Desperate housewife
I have given up looking at women's magazines
Showing big houses all tidy and clean
My Husband keeps buying them in the hope that I'll see
How the other half lives and how our live should be
My intentions are good when I start in the morning
However to be honest I find housework so boring
I’d rather write poems and garden all day
Than do all the chores for no thanks and no pay
The dirt I find when I pull out the bed
Makes me ashamed, my face goes quite red
I knows that my husband does not like a mess
Needs the house tidy and likes to impress
But life is so full of more interesting things
And I am a butterfly with very large wings
My greenhouse a siren in spring daylight hours
Nurturing seedlings and potting on flowers
Then seagulls call round and tempt me astray
Skipping down to the beach to watch them at play
In the rain one would think I could get some things done
Be responsible, organised and stop having fun
I should do some laundry and perhaps a bit more
But time runs away at the internet store
I must be on Facebook with far flung relations
Its rude not to answer the odd communication
My man homeward comes and kisses my lips
His heart next to mine his hands on my hips
I feel I have failed him in measurable ways
As he walks through the house with an air of dismay
One day I will be perfect I promise him madly
The truth we both know is different quite sadly
By Sue Kent
