There’s washing to be done
And still you feed on
There’s dinner to be made
But you want to be swayed
There’s telly to see
You won’t let go of me
There are sisters to call
You curl up in a ball
There are parents to Skype
You grouch and you gripe
There are husbands to see
You crawl back to me
There are books to write
Are you asleep? Not quite
There are problems to solve
Round the bed you revolve
There are worlds to change
(I’m becoming deranged)
Oh- at last there’s a snore!
I’ll stay one moment more
