I used to enjoy library books
I read both day and night.
Then when I looked around me
I saw a horrid sight.
The house was filled with dust and dirt.
The sink was full of pots.
My hair was dirty and my face
Had broken out in spots.
So now I feel the need to clean
And polish all the brass.
I wash my hair ‘most every night.
Oh,what a clever lass.
My husband likes my new approach
As he had felt ignored.
He toiled all day long cooking books
and wished to be restored.
I wash him with my best rose soap.
I dry him with my towel.
And then we have a discussion
On, whether Y’s a vowel.
We go to bed and kiss and hug.
We recall bad times we late endured.
And then we dream of pie and mash
Until our ills are cured.
How my heart sings 