Feed the kids, Clean the House

 

Down the road lives Grandma
She is old and grey
But Grandma loves us
Each and every day
Grandma Loves us
in each and every way

The soup is cooking
The Stew is cooking
It smells very good
Eating at the table
with family
Such happy anomaly

Now it is time to go to sleep
I will lay my body in a heap
Head on Hay
blanket over belly
I will dream of dreams silly

Forget me knot forget a lot

Grazing in a pasture is a horse with his master
holding the reigns
Shouting, Fastur, Unt Fastur!!

Alone in his room In his House

Sat the Pastor,

So nice and so Kind, reverently stern

Respect from the town he did earn

A pillar of the community

Now lurks alone in his Den

His little boy knocks on his door to play,

his little boy of Ten, hears his father say,

"Dear Wife", "come get this Lad"

"I have little time to play Dad"

"And Wife, Try not to sniffle so"

I , I cant help it dear husband,

I am allergic to your dog

Because the Neighbor got one,

A dog, we must also have

so that the grass would not be, be
greener

He bit our kids,

but you paid good money

even though they sent you the wrong dog

you keep him

even though he makes me wheeze

and the kids are in fear
You Keep him?

Please, husband Please?


"Wife, I need some Peace.  

Off to the Mall I go , with my Sis."

"Feed the kids, Clean the house"

"Sweep all the hair that makes your throat horse."

"When I get back, I will be in want of my dinner"

...and if I told you to make your own, would I be a  sinner?

...and watch you storm off in a huff?  

...when you returned and I'm gone, would that be enough?