‘A woman's work is never done’-
What rot, my mum’s retired.
In fact she quit at sixty-one,
Before it was required.
You shake your head and knit your brow.
That isn’t what you mean.
I know, you say, that even now
She has to cook and clean.
That may be so, but scrubbing hobs
And organising food,
Can hardly be described as jobs
She never sees conclude.
Far from it-every night they cease
When she goes up to bed,
And she will have eternal peace
From drudgery when dead.
Last edited by Rob Stuart; 09-13-2013 at 08:08 AM.
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