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She scrubs the floor on hands and knees
Nor thinks to take a moment's ease.
She dusts and waxes varnished wood
And wipes the mirrors as she should.
She polishes the silverware
And shines the glasses with a flair.
She tidies up each cluttered room:
No scraps escape her corn-straw broom.
She feeds the teak with Danish oil
And ferrets out each speck of soil.
Her chores are done; her home's like new,
And just the laundry's left to do.
But when she washes all her clothes,
No smelly socks assail her nose.
No stained and spotted pants or skirts,
No grimy blouses or tee shirts
Will swish among the foamy suds
With pretty, dainty party duds.
Her jobs are dirty, but she's shrewd-
She does her housework in the nude!
Yen Cress |
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