Put up coffee
Feed the cats
Scramble eggs
And wake the brats.
Clothes to cleaner
Kids to school
Kiss the boyfriend
Now stay cool.
Type and file
Fetch and phone
Write some prose
You're all alone.
Forget the fun
Fun?
What's that?
Remember Hon?
You used to sing
And dance and paint
Now you work
Until you faint.
Out to market
Buy the food
Are you cross?
Watch your mood!
Toss the salad
There's the phone
He's not coming
All alone.
Pack the kids
In the sack
Were you charming?
He'll call back.
Scrubbing floors
And vacuuming
Could that have been
The doorbell ring?
Start your freelance
Hand wash lace pants
Here he is
No more Ms.
Feeling, sharing
Almost caring
It's so late
Don't be rude.
It's your fate
Play an etude
Be enchanting
Now he's panting.
You're so tired
You're a wreck
You'll be fired
What the heck.
You're the working woman!
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David, where are you?
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