How I'd love to dote on thee.
But now I must the windows scrub,
the laundry rub,
the socks mend,
the dinner roast,
the bread toast,
the baby rock,
the pantry stock.
Ah.
The day it seems doth never end
and so my Blog I shall not tend.
But know this fair and tireless friend,
I shall return to thee again.
