Tuesday, March 6, 2007


Somebody sent me this poem....it is soooo me! When I read it to my husband, he just laughed and shook his head.

She dug the plot on Monday,
the soil was rich and fine.
She forgot to thaw out dinner,
so we went out to dine.

She planted hosta Tuesday,
she says they are a must.
They really were quite lovely,
but she forgot to dust.

On Wednesday it was daylilies,
they opened with the sun.
All whites, and pinks and yellows,
but the laundry wasn't done.

She planted pansies Thursday,
a bright and cheery red.
I guess she really was engrossed,
she never made the bed.

It was iris time on Friday,
in colors she adores.
It never bothered her at all,
all the crumbs upon the floors.

I hired a maid on Saturday,
my week is now complete.
My wife can garden all she wants,
the house will still be neat.

It's nearly lunch time Sunday,
and I can't find the maid.
Oh no! I don't believe it!
She's out there with the spade!!!!!

1 comment:

Carol said...

Too funny! But so true!