She dug the plot on Monday
The soil was rich and fine
She forgot to cook the dinner
So we all went out to dine.

She planted roses Tuesday
She says they are a must
They were really very lovely
But she quite forgot to dust.

On Wednesday it was daisies
They opened with the sun
All white and pink and yellow
But the laundry was not done.

The poppies came on Thursday
A bright and cheery red
I guess she really was engrossed
‘Cos she never made the bed.

It was violets on Friday
In colours she adores
So she never really noticed
All the crumbs upon the floors.

I hired a maid on Saturday
I thought my life complete
My wife can garden all she wants
And the house can still be neat.

Now its nearly lunch time Sunday
And I cannot find the maid
Oh no! I dont believe this
Shes outside with a spade.
(Author unknown)