Mother of Four

There once was a mother of four
Who found that they wouldn’t do chores.
They’d gripe and they’d whine,
And they’d waste all her time.
Oh, how those chores she abhorred!

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©2020 Chelsea Owens

What They Hear

“Scrub your plates,
And then the floor.
Wash your feet,
Then wash some more.”

Yet, through the filter
Of their brains,
The message shifts;
It’s not the same:

“Scrub your teeth,
With cookies, cake.
Wash the walls,
With homemade waste.”


©2020 Chelsea Owens

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