Spoiled

I am reminded of another life I have lead, many years ago. And some of the observations that I have had of other people (not me) and how they have chosen to live. Here is a poem that relfects those observations...

Life of a Spoiled Wife

Off to work he goes
He is in a hurry

The dishes aren’t done
And the laundry is dirty

But alas, does she care?
She doesn’t worry

The crew will arrive
Around 7:30
The nanny to school
The children she takes

And the cook Franz
Tonight, dinner he bakes

And the maid as she cleans
Does also the clothes

Makes sure she is careful
With your silk pantyhose

And you shop and you mingle
Have lunch with the girls

Have your nails, your toes
Your hair done in curls

Once you get home
And the kids are in bed

Your dinner is ready
And your husband is fed

And how was your day dear
He does say to you

I am overwhelmed and the kids
Drove me crazy

And that maid and the cook
They are so lazy

I am tired and grumpy
And must go to bed

Goodnight dear, and where
Are those pills for my head?