I never should have married
for that's when all the trouble starts
nine months those twins I've carried!
Queen of the mighty laundry
where those nappies keep on coming,
that smell's enough to make you gag
yet done with gritted humming.
Feed times are a doozy
just a mobile menu here,
milk is all I offer
to these wondrous little dears.
Angelic cherubs fast asleep
maybe time for fun,
cleaning in my Abba shoes
I'm sure to come undone!
Dishes in the dishwasher
cooking's such a drag,
if he's after something special
it's fish n chips from in the bag.
What about that slinky suit
I'll pour myself within,
dusting, mopping to the beat
the sides split from flabby skin
The vacuuming can go to hell
housewife's knees, I've joined that club,
perfumed candles, rose petals too
as I jump into the tub.
Then damn it all, I've just relaxed
little whimpers do I hear,
that mobile canteen's needed
oh reality's such a cheer
Adding your comment:
wonderful poem! Goods luck in my contest
I'd much prefer to hide from it 
