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Tongue in cheek, Erma Bombec inspired......
Housefrau Zombie
Pass the pepper, pass the salt
Too much garlic, not my fault
Burned outside, inside rare
On the phone, and didn't care
Clothes left in the washer long
Mildew order wafting strong
Where was I at cycled end
Can't remember, won't pretend
Fur balls roll like tumble weeds
I walk by like I don't see
One shaped like some creature strange
Hedgehog, gopher, constant change
Click, click, click the channels pass
Sit and stare like some old ass
Bad new, reruns, TMZ
Brain cells dying, there goes me
Sit down, try to read a book
Lost my glasses, hard to look
Words run over page like ants
Too much squinting, rather dance
Not to rap, or not to metal
Strauss too fast, I wheeze like kettle
My feet move to disco beat
Give me Motown, happy feet
Now to focus on the home
Seems I'm warmed up, done with phone
Start some dinner, vacuum stairs
Housefrau zombie, live the prayer
Pax
A
3/10/11
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Ron
Amor
Sheila
by your Housefrau Zombie. -gene.
Donna
sounds to me like a real nightmare
God bless,
Lew
with wit and style.
You've just written my place.
Luv it!
John