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| Domestic Goddess |
Oh my goodness, it's 5am again Keeping up this pace is nothing short of insane Another load of laundry to be done This is one contest that will never be won Clothes on the floor, beds to be made Getting help around here is a fruitless crusade I love my dog, this I swear But heavens to Betsy, there's hair everywhere Running the sweeper is a daily chore No matter how much I sweep, there's always more The furniture covered in this gray colored haze The dust bunnies in full swing, it's gonna be one of those days Then hustle out the door, off to work I go Hoping beyond hope the traffic won't be slow Another day, another dollar Some days I wonder why I bother Saved the boss a ton of money Making my paycheck look even more funny The hustle out the door, homeward bound I go Hoping beyond hope the traffic won't be slow In front of the stove, stirring pots as they boil Grabbing the milk, hope it did not spoil The dogs in the way, she's wanting a treat Doesn't she know I'm tired. I'm beat Dishes are done, the house picked up Turned on the coffee, I want just one cup Into the living room, falling into my chair Made it through another day, wasn't sure, quite a scare Now the house is quiet, can't hear a sound Everyone is in bed, only the domestic goddess can be found B.Jarrell Copyright 3-5-05 |
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