Rhymes of a Harried Housewife

My father wrote the following poem. I am always reminded of it on Mother’s Day. So, while this post is a bit late – Happy Mother’s Day!

RHYMES OF A HARRIED HOUSEWIFE
     ~ William L. Boyd, Jr.

A juvenile husband

Five kids, three cats and a dog

The things my wife contends with

Leave her drifting in a fog

Clean clothes fill the hamper

Her flour bin’s full of nails

There’s dirty paintbrushes swimming

Upside down in the favorite pail

She does crayons in the dryer

Her bookcase holds a log

Once in a moment of madness

She washed an innocent frog

Morning spent freeing the washer

From fish line and used dental floss

Dirty clothes hide under the bed

What else has a mother to wash?

Today is for doing the baking

Cleaned rooms and beds all made

So here comes ‘Hus with a wicked leer

“Hey kid, you want to get laid?”

She says she’s going bananas

And no doubt but what it’s true

A cat just ate the grapefruit

And the dog upchucked in her shoe

 

The wife is far from lazy

And she’s certainly not a slob

But she’s home all day with nothing to do –

Maybe she needs an outside job