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I Am A Housewife

I am a housewife throughout the week
My work is never done
I wash the pots, and cook and clean
And wake up with the sun
My husband he goes off to work
And earns a decent wage
What do I get for my strife
Only wrinkles as I age
Forty hours a week he works
Time and half for overtime
Twenty-four hours a day I work
With no pay, its such a crime
Twenty paid holidays a year
To rest and rejuvenate
I rest while I'm sleeping
Thats if the kids don't wake
My work is so monotonous
The same every day of my life
But behind every successful man
There is a doting housewife

All you housewives out there, print this poem
and show it to your husband, make him
understand your job is the hardest in the world.

Who Needs Families

Families, who needs them
They fill your life with stress
They only seem to need you
When their lives a mess

Fathers health is failing
But tries to hide the pain
Does he not we love him
Want to help him with the strain

Mother, she knows best
The one who bares our fate
Sometimes self opinionated
And has a point to state

Brothers what are they
I only have the one
Though we never see him
Like the forgotten son

Sisters, I have many
Each different from the other
We moan and bitch about us all
Which no-one else could cover

Me, I like to listen
And help us all feel free
For I am here for all of them
And hope they're here for me

Who Needs Families is dedicated to my own family.
My mother and father, my brother Philip, and my
sisters Julie, Erica, Nicola and Maria.
After all we all need our family through good and bad.

A Girls Dream

When I was just a little girl
My head was full of idea's
My life, it was all planned out
With no worries or any fears
A nurse, hairdresser or air hostess
I was going to be
Popular in every sense
And I'd earn a decent fee
My knight in shining armour
Would sweep me off my feet
He'll be tall dark and handsome
Yet kind, considerate and sweet
A princess on my wedding day
Down the aisle dressed in white
People would all be envious
Of the beauty in their site
Children we'd have two of them
A precious girl and handsome boy
Lives full of love and freedom
And all around us there'd be joy
Of to work my knight would go
At home my life would be
I'd live in the lap of luxury
Have a maid to cook our tea
But now I'm thirty-two
With nothing of the above
Living my life in poverty
Yet my family I do love
Material things aren't wanted
Perfection I don't need
I wouldn't change a single thing
For my life is so unique

This was my personal dream as a child,
it didn't go according to plan,
but who cares, at least I'm happy.