Zoned Out –
Roars About Chores -
Spring cleanup elicits a groan,
As Mother gives each a yard zone.
She passes out rakes,
‘Mid our belly-aches,
Then goes in to answer the phone.
Such chores are a yearly remake,
A dirty job, for pity’s sake!
A Saturday gone
To fix up the lawn,
With garden work; gimme a break!
But all of us do what we must;
We stir up the leaves and the dust
To fill up each bag,
Or parents will nag,
And social lives will be a bust.
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Enjoyed your limerick. Chores can certainly put a damper on things and parents too. Have a nice night.
ReplyDeleteThat was fun! Thanks so much for joining me in my latest prompt!
ReplyDeleteWhat fun these limericks are! Reading them is a joy, doing chores is not!
ReplyDeletei think the reason adults hate yard work is because it was forced upon us as children!!!LOL i know thats my excuse!!!!!
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