Here's a GG poem for you all and hope it gives you a laugh or something.
I wear so many hats so I get up and feed the cats
Then I make some cups of tea and watch the news on the BBC.
It's the only way that I can face
To clean up what my OH left
In my clean kitchen late last night.
As we're moving home and my garden's in a mess,
I've just put my apron on
And now have turned my Dyson on
Just to clean up once again.
I'd love to sow a lot of seeds
But my plot is full of weeds.
And there's more washing to be done
But I can still find bits of fun
So does it matter how we do it
When we feel so low and blue?
No, it matters one jot
When you show OH how to put
His pots and plates and pans in the dishwasher.
Which might just result in a mega-disaster.
You could always apply some sort of a plaster.
Make him a cocoa and put him to bed
Then find where he's hidden the keys to his shed.
Ring up your girlfriends. "We're going to a party
And going to be ever so naughty"
When we've drunk all his beer and his wine
Then we'll all have a jolly good time!
We'll wash all his laundry on 90 degrees
And all of us will be ever so pleased
When he comes back from the pub with a massive hang-over
And he says "Oh my god! I will never do all that again!"
Then you say" Oh my lover, I'm also hung-over
But I managed to peg up your washing outside
Which seems to have shrunk, so I'm doing a bunk
With my little bit I've got on the side."
