A poem for my husband...

While he was in the shower

getting nice and clean,

I was in the laundry

getting clothes from the machine.

I hung them out to dry, because

today was nice and sunny,

and then came back inside

to wipe a boy’s nose that was runny.

I gave the older kids jobs to complete,

starting with cleaning their room.

Ben finished first, so “Hmm, let’s see;

you can go pick up dog poo”.

I unhooked the couch into pieces

so I could vacuum underneath..

I was disgusted that the things I’d found

had started growing teeth.

Another load went in the wash;

the dog was given some water.

As I heard the shower come to a finish

I gave new tasks to our daughter.

I was eager to show him what we had done

as soon as he was dressed.

He emerged with a brand-new dirty mo’,

and I was unimpressed!

I put him to work almost straight away

patching holes, and building a chair.

Not wanting to look at that patch on his chin

where he’d shaved away his hair.

His many chores completed
did not absolve this shocker.
I thought I’d married Iron Man,
but instead, I’d married Chopper.

Dirty, dirty, dirty...