- Author Unknown
Her stitches all were very fine.
She forgot to thaw out dinner,
So we went out to dine.
She says they are a must.
They were quite lovely,
But she forgot to dust.
She says stippling's fun.
What highlights! What shadows!
But the laundry wasn't done.
Green, yellow, blue and red.
I guess she was really engrossed;
She never made the bed.
In colors she adores.
It never bothered her at all,
The crumbs on the floors.
My week is now complete.
My wife can quilt the hours away;
The house will still be neat.
I think I'm about to wilt.
I cursed, I raved, I ranted;
The maid has learned to QUILT !
1 comment:
What a cute poem. Thank you for sharing it.
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