I Wish
I wish I were like June Cleaver
And wore pearls everyday
Cooked three square meals and never gained weight
Always knowing what to say.
I wish I had a little Martha Stewart
Running through my veins
Making crafts and cakes and cherry tarts
Then reap their monetary gains.
Sometimes I wish I were a descendant
Of the all time favorite, "Aunt Bea"
Fussing endlessly over a spotless house
Pouring an endless glass of tea.
So why is it that I feel like Lily Munster
Never worrying about dusting and cobwebs
And have the temperament of Morticia Addams
Growing tulips buds and cutting off their heads.
And feel like I am in never never land
With Edith Bunker at my side
And Roseanne gave me her attitude
Without a sense of pride.
And sometimes I stutter to think
That somewhere on t.v.
They might create a sitcom
And base it all on me.