Play Day

House work, chores, cleaning everyday
When does mom get to play?
Dishes, laundry, dusting too
Toilets, mopping picking up shoes.
Just about to be all done
The clock strikes one
Only two hours until they will be home
Am I done to have time of my own?
Time to get my piece of mind
What other messes are there to find?
Toy and games and clothes everywhere
A terrible smell in the air
Searching, smelling for a clue
Found it now what to do?
I gather and take the trash out,
How do I get help if not by a shout.
Chores all done, time for me
I see the clock its 3:33
Noise enters through the front door
And its coats, shoes, and school books on the floor
Dinner, homework, they end with some more play
Then they ask me what I did today!
Finally time for bed
But no sleep for mom until bedtime stories are read
Finally my turn to rest,
I find my way to the nest.
I close my eyes and try to clear the way...when
Alarm goes off time to start the day
When does mom get to play?



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