What Do Women Do All Day?

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What Do Women Do All Day?

(By: Marshall H. Hart)

Every minute, to and fro,

That's the way my hours go;

Bring me this, and take me that,

Feed the dog, take out the cat.
Standing up, I eat my toast,

Drink my coffee, thaw the roast.

Empty the garbage, make the bed,

Rush to church, then wash my head.
Sweep the kitchen, wax the floor,

Scrub the woodwork, clean the doors;

Scour the bathtub, then myself;

Vacuum carpets, straighten shelves.
Eat my sandwich on the run...

Now my afternoon's begun.

To the baseball game I go,

When will there be time to sew?
Meet the teacher, stop the fight,

See the dentist, fly the kite.

Help with homework, do the wash,

Iron the clothes, put on the squash.
Shop for groceries, cash a check,

Fight the crowds, now I'm a wreck;

Dinnertime it soon will be,

"What's for dinner?" they ask,

Wait and see.
Dirty dishes crowd the sink,

Next there's popcorn, then a drink.

Will they never go to bed?

Will I ever get ahead?
"Bring me water."

"Get the light."

Turn off the TV, lock the bike.

"Where's my pillow?"

"Hear my prayers."

"Did you lock the door downstairs?"
At last in bed, my spouse and I,

Too tired to move, too weak to cry.

But e'er I doze, I hear him say,

"What do women do all day?"