Poem: Housewife Blues

Nothing going your way.

All the kids want to do is play.

The house is a mess

And you need is to rest,

There is so much to do,

You are blue.

Your husband does not have a clue.

 

You clean all day.

While everyone else plays.

Yet, the house is still a mess.

You got the housewife blues.

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