The Maid


Sun filters in through the grease and grime

She must wash the windows. I tell her all the time

But does she listen? The answer is a NO

Pretty soon I'm going to have to let her go




The floor needs carpet sweeping

But she is upstairs sleeping

Dust covers surfaces everywhere

She sleeps on without a care




Dirty clothes stuffed in the hamper

She better get washin', she better scamper

There's dirty dishes in the sink

They've been there so long I think they stink




When did I hire this lazy maid I'd like to know?

Was it in the summer or was there snow?

I think far back in my memory

Oh, my gosh, this lazy maid is me!



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April 23, 2006



Lila May Guptill (AKA) Lunaria