It's mom's day off,
she really needs some rest.
The duties were handed to me,
and, well, I tried my best.
I cooked some biryani -
but it was a waste.
I had forgotten to add flavour,
so it had no taste..
There was some orange juice!
It was a blast!
Well, actually an explosion-
I squeezed the orange too fast.
The floor was pretty clean,
there wasn't a tiny bit of dust anywhere.
Except in the kitchen, my bedroom and all the bathrooms,
there was a little dirt somewhere here and there...
I folded the clothes,
by rolling them into balls.
When it was time to put them into the wardrobe,
I couldn't tell if they were my shirts or my mother's shawls.
I went to the market!
But, unknowingly stepped on a shawl.
Frightened, stepped back,
and from the shelf I knocked of a porcelain doll.
I had to pay for them,
they were a really huge price!
Well, no big deal,
It has already happened twice...
All my efforts were in vain,
because my mother said:
"Thank you sweetie for your pain,
but please, NEVER take care of the house again!
-aariana
hilarious :)
ReplyDeleteAariana your poem is really really good.
ReplyDeleteI am sure you are not a bit like what you wrote but your poem is very good and hilarious.
ReplyDeletejolly :)
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