Ode To Chores

When the Good Lord

  In his wisdom, Hark!

Said, “Separate

  The light from dark

He clearly didn’t

  See that time

Would be a scarce

  Resource to find

I throw my clothes-wash

  In by person

Lest my crazed

  Schedule worsen

If I put in dark

  And later light

Lord knows, I’d be

  Doing wash all night

Now let’s take a

            look at dishes

Yes! I want to

            Save the fishes

But the dishwasher

need to run,

Each night, or mornings

won’t be fun

There will be no

Little spoons, I trust

And everyone

 Will miss the bus

And who is it

 Who said that

If we bought

 A tabby cat

They would surely

 Clean the litter

A chore which leaves me

 Slightly bitter

Babies while they

 Make a mess,

Their culinary


Are simple, older

 Kids, not so,

They complicate things

 As they grow

Til no meal happens

 By the book

Less dinner, more

 Short order cook.

One says too sweet

            One says no crust

One spits it out

            With disgust

And if you find a way to wrangle

Your whole brood to the table

One eats fast the other slow

“How was your day” met

With “I don’t know”

Lordy what’s a mom to do

With such a cantankerous crew?

But I digress,

Our topic here

Is what to do with soccer gear

And piles of cleats

And sticks lacrosse

And other sporty stuff to toss

But instead I make a bin

And then I put it in

So take a cue

From my girl Eve

If you feel a sudden

Pull to leave

You’re not at all the only one

Chores are simply not that fun.