I found this on another board and thought you all would enjoy it.
My Wife, the Quilter
She learned to quilt on Monday.
Her stitches very fine.
She forgot to thaw out dinner,
So she went out to dine.
She quilted miniatures on Tuesday,
She says they were a must.
They really were quite lovely,
But she forgot to dust.
On Wednesday it was a sampler.
She says the stipplinís fun.
What highlights! Oh what shadows!
But the laundry wasnít done.
Her charm quilt was on Thursday,
Green patches, blue and red.
I guess she really got engrossed:
She never made the bed.
It was wall hangings on Friday,
In colors she adores, but she never seemed to notice,
The crumbs on all the floors.
I found a maid on Saturday! My week is now complete.
My wife can quilt all the hours away, the house will still be neat.
Well, itís already Sunday. I think Iím about to wilt.
I cursed, I raved, I ranted, *the maid has learned to quilt!
That's cute!! Thanks for the chuckle :)
What a great poem. What a laugh.