I'm sure I never applied for this
To be a cleaner and a mopping miss
It's all I seem to do these days
I wish my kids would change their ways
I'm tidying toys and washing floors
Getting sticky marks off the doors
I do it once, twice, three or four
Most of the time it's often more
Don't get me started about my walls
The scribble monsters out with its paws
I'm not even going to try and paint
They only do it again, with anger I faint
Not long now til they are back to school
Then I'm going to be a lazy fool
But wait no, that's when I feel the dread
The school morning runs make me feel dead
So really it will be no rest for me
I'll go from a cleaner to a flipping taxi
It makes me feel just a tad bit dour
As I'm underpaid getting nil per hour
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Writing has been my friend since a teenager...I laugh, cry, think, pretend, smile as I do it. I feel that I communicate better through my writing as in person I can appear a tad scatty.
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Comments & Feedback (11)
@eddie12309 that it is my sweet...I just get these days that almost feel like I'm chasing my tail...from morn til night....fortunately they are not like it every day....but today so far they have been messy monkeys😜😝😜😝
@leelee101 I won't lie I do....but I have been out 2 nights on the trot and I'm shattered...and today they choose to be untidy little sausages!!😝😜😝
@sarahgamal ha ha...we do...I do...most of the time...but today I'm exhausted and they've stepped it up a gear!!...going to take them for a walk after lunch I think😜😝😃
@ckahn thanks Hun ....I've read to them and we played on the trampoline...bouncing and chasing balls and then we watched the clouds as we lay on the trampoline 💗💚💗
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