A Housewife's Lament

A flight of fancy - a short poem

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A HOUSEWIFE'S LAMENT

The next time around
So tall I will be
The very top shelf
Will be easy for me.

My pockets will jingle;
I'll have lots of bread
And nothing but shine
Will adorn my fair head.

No children to nag me;
No husband to tend;
No housework or chores
Will my happiness rend.

No footstools, no debtors,
No curlers for me.
The next time around,
A bald bachelor I'll be.