Ode To My Wife, The Quilter

By Anonymous

She learned to quilt on Monday.
Her stitches were very fine.
She forgot to thaw out dinner,
So we went out to dine.
She quilted miniatures Tuesday.
She says they are a must
They really were quite lovely
But she forgot to dust.
On Wednesday, it was a sampler.
She says the stipplin’s fun.
What highlights! Oh what shadows
!But the laundry wasn’t done.
Her charm quilt was on Thursday,
Green patches, blue and red.
I guess she really was engrossed;
She never made the bed.
It was wallhangings on Friday
,In colors she adores,
But she never seemed to notice
The crumbs on all the floors.
I found a maid on Saturday!
My week is now complete.
My wife can quilt the hours away;
The house will still be neat.
Well, it’s already Sunday
.I think I’m about to wilt
I cursed, I raved, I ranted–
The MAID has learned to Quilt!!

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