In the woods, I dreaded the chores,
A burden that life often pours.
With a rake and a spade, I toiled in the shade,
To clear the path and avoid sweeping floors.
In a house full of chores to be done,
Sweeping, scrubbing, and having no fun,
I grabbed the broom tight,
With all of my might,
Just to avoid being out in the sun!
In a meadow so green, I did spy,
A chore list that reached to the sky.
With a sigh and a frown,
I knelt on the ground, And thought,
“Oh, how time loves to fly.”
In a household where chores are abhorred,
Dishes piled up, and dust, oh my lord!
But with broom in my hand,
I took a brave stand,
As dust settled it still had me floored!
Ah, If only the chores they would share,
In the house, and in open air.
they might understand,
Chores need not be bland,
they might work better as a pair.
Then the husband and wife, hand in hand,
Did chores both indoors and out in the land.
With a laugh and a jest,
They tackled every task with zest,
And together, they made chores grand!
WoPoLi 
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