Just for laughs and oh so true! Must Read Poem for Hookers!

“Ode to My Wife, the Hooker”
 By Cyvia Simmons
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She learned to hook on Monday, her loops were going fine.
She forgot to thaw our dinner, so we went out to dine.
 
She hooked pretty daisies Tuesday, she said they were a must.
They really were quite lovely, but she forgot to dust.
 
On Wednesday it was strawberries, she said the fingering’s were fun.
What highlights!  And what Shadows!  But the laundry wasn’t done.
 
She hooked apples on a Thursday, so juicy, bright, and red.
I guess she really got engrossed for she forgot to make the bed.
 
It was violets on Friday, in colors she adores.
It never bothered her at all that crumbs were on the floor.
 
I hired a maid on Saturday, so my week was now complete.
My wife could hook for hours, yet the house would still be neat.
 
Well, it’s already Sunday, and I’ve gone by the book.
I’ve cursed, I’ve raved, I’ve raged, my wife taught the maid to hook.
Oh Lord, one more project!