Writer's Cramp....
If I didn't write...
There'd be knickers in drawers,
Whitewashed walls and
gleaming floors...
If I didn't write...
I'd be ahead of the game,
Not knee high in washing-up,
Scribing in vain....
If I didn't write...
There'd be cakes for tea,
Sparkly bathrooms,
Time for ME.....
....I'd be make-up'ed and smiley,
My children'd be proud
As I waited, in linen,
'Mongst the parental crowd.....
Instead, I down pen
Or computer or book
And scream at the clock
And huff..
"What's to cook!?"
And charging to school
Wonder where went the hours? -
When I could've arranged
A nice vase, filled with flowers....
But instead I choose words,
Put up with mad hair,
And-so-what if my vestments
Illicit a stare!
If I didn't write...
Yes, my hair would be combed
And my choices in day-wear
Would be more honed....
Would they write on my stone
'Housekeeper Supreme...
..and her white linen trousers were fit for a Queen?'
...So I'll stick to my writing
Ignore laundry, in bags,
Leave dust on the iron
And dress mainly in rags.
Put off washing and ironing,
The making of beds.
Rush the cooking of dinners
Pooh-Pooh messy sheds.
I will feed the cats
And I'll clean out the chooks,
But then I must sit
To continue my books....
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Any comments gratefully received...... is there anybody there, there, there, there...........?
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You probably don't trawl down 'old' posts desperately seeking comments (like I don't neiver 'onest) but I, for one, loved your ode.
ReplyDeleteMakes me feel a bit better about my being a slut - although I can't actually say that I've been spending my time creatively instead of cleaning. I am just a slut.
Yay you!!!
MadameSmokinGun: Thank you for your kind comments, I wrote that when I was really down, sobbing actually.... so thanks.
ReplyDeleteSeems like it's just you and me slutting together, yours was the only comment....