NaPM April 26 2014

[ellajam]

My hate for vacuums knows no bounds,
no dust is worth that clumsy beast,
I cringe at it's obnoxious sounds.
I'd rather cook a full-blown feast,
the kitchen humming in my head:
the hissing pan for meat or crepe,
the soothing squeak of dough for bread
against the board, the beater's scrape.
Alone I clear each meal's debris
and scrub the porcelain sink, again
the dinner cleanup's left to me.
I guess I really can't complain...
He vacuums carpets, washes clothes,
two gifts more dear than gem or rose.

Haha aww this one's cute Ella! I wish mine washed clothes! ;D

I hit the jackpot.