Domestic Drudgery

Oh carpet on the floor
What’s with all the crumbs?
I vacuumed only last week
From where did they all come?

I’m sure that I just ironed
All those crumpled shirts
That they need another pressing
Rather disconcerts

Those dirty plates and cups
Are back sitting in the sink
But I only washed them yesterday
I don’t know what to think

Those walls now look quite shabby
But they were fine not long ago
Is there any point in painting them?
Would it all just be for show?

There really is too much to do
And none of it is fun
And as soon as I have finished
It all needs to be redone

Better not to start at all
And leave things in a mess
I’d rather live in squalor
It brings so much less stress

  9 comments for “Domestic Drudgery

  1. April 15, 2018 at 9:17 am

    I therefore deduce that you subscribe to the Quentin Crisp way of doing housework. Which means don’t do it, but I do not think Mrs Proclaims would be very happy about that!

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    • April 15, 2018 at 10:16 am

      She wouldn’t, but fortunately I do actually do it for the most part, but my preference would be to not…


  2. April 15, 2018 at 11:55 am

    I fully understand.

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  3. April 15, 2018 at 12:22 pm

    You’ve got the right idea, James!

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    • April 15, 2018 at 8:38 pm

      I do think it’s a viable lifestyle choice, but my other half is less convinced…

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  4. April 15, 2018 at 1:21 pm

    Oh so true a telling in your fun and fabulous poem! Perfect for Sunday’s day of rest 🙂

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  5. April 15, 2018 at 2:16 pm

    I dust agree with everything you say!

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