Sunday Night
SUNDAY NIGHT
Sunday night; all the kids clothes washed, ironed, hung up nice and neat
Come Monday end of school and home, all chucked on the floor in a heap
Tuesday, can I get away with another day, of not doing their school wash
I kid you with muddy trousers and stains on blouses, what a load of tosh
Wednesday, uniforms all hung up again and ironed sports gear as a treat
Head held high, my kids have all got to school once again smelling sweet
Thursday, it was total mayhem, as it had poured with rain, all flamin' day
As for the kids, a total mess, from jumping into the puddles on their way
Friday, clothes still a little bit on the steamy side, but last day, who cares
Saturday, I check the kids rooms what a mess for one day it's their affair
Sunday, I'm creeping around sleeping kids, picking up their dirty clothes
Emptying out pockets for the wash, what is in there; only heaven knows
I leave the contents, all in their respective piles, including Tommy's toad
Hubs deals with making the breakfast, as I then deal with the wash load
Indiana Shaw . . . : '
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2022
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