I wake up every morning as the clock strikes seven
that is the time for me to spring into action
After a good night's sleep
it's time for some housekeep
Once the kids are scurried off to school
only then, do I find time to recharge my fuel
So after my first cup of tea
I get down to my other duty
Off goes the dirty laundry into the machine
which rattles everytime it spins, as a routine
I skip breakfast and do with something to munch
therefore, straight comes the turn for making lunch
A Herculean task, making food that is
once that is done, I feel at ease
Feeding the kids, seems like an era in history
and adds in plenty, to my misery
I return to the kitchen, to fix dinner
which takes place at nine, no sooner
Putting the kids to bed, is not so bad
having that accomplished, I do feel glad
With that, I bid my chores adieu
and retire to bed, without much ado.
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