A Happy Wife
I cook, I wash.
I clean, I dust.
But my work, it never ends.
For as the dawn brings each new day.
My back it breaks again.
I pick up toys.
I scrub the floor.
But do I get a word of thanks?
NO!
A frown is all I get.
Sometimes I think of all the time.
I spend slaving after you.
I would be a mite happier.
If a helping hand I get now and then.
I wonder if I go on strike.
Would you do all that I do?
Or would it all just stay right there...
For me to do again?
A little appreciation is all that I ask.
If I'm to stay right here.
For a happy wife, is a loving wife.
And that can go, a long, long way.
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