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My daughter Susie, aged two,
     Apes me in every way,
For as my household chores I do
     With brooms she loves to play.
A scrubbing brush to her is dear;
     Ah! Though my soul it vex,
My bunch of cuteness has, I fear,
          Kitchen complex.

My dream was that she might go far,
     And play or sing or dance;
Aye, even be a movie star
     Of glamour and romance.
But no more with such hope I think,
     For now her fondest wish is
To draw a chair up to the sink
          And wash the dishes.

Yet when you put it to a test
     In ups and downs of life,
A maiden's mission may be best
     To make a good house-wife;
To bake, to cook, to knit, to lave:
     And so I pray that Sue
Will keep a happy hearth and have
          A baby too.

Added: 29 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 5 Sep 2008 1:51 PM | Viewed: 2228 times

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