Chores
The endless dishes in the
sink
The bathrooms that begin
to stink
And someone spilled their
cherry drink
Chores are endless
The dust that settles everywhere
The tile that has no shine
or glare
The fridge with something growing
there
Chores are endless
The shaggy carpet with its
crumbs
The wilting plants despite
green thumbs
It’s almost time to plant
the Mums
Chores are endless
But didn’t we just cook a
meal?
And opaque windows—What a
deal!
What’s said about the
squeaky wheel?
Chores are endless
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