Sunday, March 14, 2010

A Week Apart

I've forgotten a lot of things
Since the day that I was wed
Like how to wash the dishes
And how to make a bed.

I tried to brew a pot of coffee
It turned out like motor oil
I'm not sure how to fix my lunch,
I wrap everything in foil.

Soon I'll face what might turn out
To be my greatest quandary-
I'll swallow hard and try my hand
At a dad-gum load of laundry.

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