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My pants are too small
My husband’s a pig
My trees are too tall

My belly is bulging
I don’t have nice dreams
There’s too much indulging
In chocolate and ice cream

My children are growing
My back has an ache
The plumber is showing
He’s had too much cake

I need to get out more
I watch too much TV
There’s too many house chores
The world I could see!

I’m backlogged on Christmas
And Birthday cards, too
And whatever this is
It’s stuck in my shoe.

My feet have corns on them
My knees always creak
And groan and my husband said
He’d fix this last week!

I don’t do enough.
What happens when I die?
I have too much stuff
Did I live my life right?

I turn sixty next week
And now my boobs sag
I’m tempted to cheat
And have them filled with bags

My face is swimming in creases
And my hair has turned light
I’ll never complete this
Stinkin cleaning tonight!

Calcium deficiency,
That’s what they said,
Osteo-thing-a-magiggy
Is what I’m said to have

I have errands to run
And a dog to walk
But I’ll never get done
Because people like to talk

My block drives me crazy
It’s going to pot
The old guys are lazy
My house is too hot

The fence should be painted
The bathroom’s not clean
Our carpet is faded
THIS IS NOT A DREAM!

There’s so much to do
In so little time!
WHY ARE YOU JUST SITTING THERE?!
Chop, chop! Get in line!

Oh this is devastating!
My life is filled with sorrow
Oh well, put your feet up
There’s always tomorrow…
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Complaints of a Housewife

Contributed by ashleigh on Monday, 5th March 2007 @ 06:13:09 PM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry



My teeth are too big,
My pants are too small
My husband’s a pig
My trees are too tall

My belly is bulging
I don’t have nice dreams
There’s too much indulging
In chocolate and ice cream

My children are growing
My back has an ache
The plumber is showing
He’s had too much cake

I need to get out more
I watch too much TV
There’s too many house chores
The world I could see!

I’m backlogged on Christmas
And Birthday cards, too
And whatever this is
It’s stuck in my shoe.

My feet have corns on them
My knees always creak
And groan and my husband said
He’d fix this last week!

I don’t do enough.
What happens when I die?
I have too much stuff
Did I live my life right?

I turn sixty next week
And now my boobs sag
I’m tempted to cheat
And have them filled with bags

My face is swimming in creases
And my hair has turned light
I’ll never complete this
Stinkin cleaning tonight!

Calcium deficiency,
That’s what they said,
Osteo-thing-a-magiggy
Is what I’m said to have

I have errands to run
And a dog to walk
But I’ll never get done
Because people like to talk

My block drives me crazy
It’s going to pot
The old guys are lazy
My house is too hot

The fence should be painted
The bathroom’s not clean
Our carpet is faded
THIS IS NOT A DREAM!

There’s so much to do
In so little time!
WHY ARE YOU JUST SITTING THERE?!
Chop, chop! Get in line!

Oh this is devastating!
My life is filled with sorrow
Oh well, put your feet up
There’s always tomorrow…




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Re: Complaints of a Housewife (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 5th March 2007 @ 07:02:48 PM AEST
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Hahah! Cute!


Re: Complaints of a Housewife (User Rating: 1 )
by lost_chadow on Monday, 5th March 2007 @ 07:07:45 PM AEST
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Both humorous and chilling...I really hope you're just kidding, but I know the feeling that nothing's getting done real fast.


Re: Complaints of a Housewife (User Rating: 1 )
by ashleigh on Monday, 5th March 2007 @ 07:35:51 PM AEST
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Dudes... it's OK. In reality, I turn 16 on Wednesday. I just really felt like writing this... don't ask why. It was one of those moods... lol




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