jueves, 7 de junio de 2007

Poema: My wife, the Quilter. / Es muy lindo!




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 noticeThe 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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