Doing Chores Together
In the outdoors, 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 the sky.
With a sigh and a frown,
I thought as I knelt on the ground,
“Oh, how time loves to fly.”
In a household where chores are abhorred,
Dishes piled up, and dust, oh my lord!
But with the broom in my hand,
I took a brave stand,
As more dust settled, I was 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 on 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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