At nine o'clock your day begins

But I've been up since six

Cleaning clothes and scrubbing floors

Mushing up your weetabix.

I have to empty all the bins

And wash the dishes up

Then I come and bathe you

You are such a mucky pup.

Clothes hanging on the wardrobe

Prepared the night before

I dress you and I feed you

Then clean your mess once more

I put the TV on for you

Though I never get a chance to see

My entire life revolves around you

When do I get some time for me?

I'm dying on my feet now

As dinner time draws near

The supermarket I must go

But I cannot leave you here

We head off at a snails pace

As people stare at you

Knocking tins from aisles onto the floor

More tidying for me to do

Why must you make my life so hard?

It's like this every day.

At four o'clock the door bell rings

My friends asking me to go and play

I'd love to but I have no chance

At least not with you around

I love you but sometimes I wish you'd die

And they'd put you in the ground

I hate myself for thinking it

It's not your fault in any way

But when you go my life starts

Maybe then I'll go and play.

.

Copyright © 2007 Matthew P. Nicholson