22 August 2012
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
Nil Per Hour • Opuss № I