Holy Cow

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
How times have changed

Submitted: October 12, 2006

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Holy Cow

Life in the house,
is pretty easy these days.
What with washers, vacuams,
fridges, and microwaves.
My poor old mum,
she had none of those.
Just the old fashoined copper,
and scrubbing board,
to wash our clothes.
No mains water,
or power.
So of course,
there was no shower.
Meat safe,
hanging in the tree outside.
Giant blowflies,
committing suicide.
Baking a cake,
was quite a feat.
For the wood stove had to be kept,
at a constant heat.
At night,
the kerosine lamp was lit.
For a night time visit,
to the bog outside,
one required a candle for a sit.
Hot water cylinder,
rumbling away.
Meant the wood stove,
had been going all day.
The old flat iron,
for ironing clothes.
Permanent press,
there were none of those.
I know exactly,
what my old mum would say.
If she saw the gadgets,
we have in our homes today.
Holy Cow.

Tango


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