CENSUS POEM: “He said, ‘Your occupation please?’ This London census-taking guy. I started to enumerate and said quite frankly, ‘I wash the dishes, scrub the floors, shine the windows, polish doors, Bathe three children, wipe their noses, Work a little in the roses. Do the washing, iron the clothes. Pick up playthings, mend the hose. Sweep out daily, close britches, Sew a dress with tiny stitches, Nurse a sick one, make the beds, Kiss hurt places, shampoo heads. Wipe up after pups and kittens, Tuck in covers, hear each prayer. Brag a little, ease a care. Take your pick. I get no pay, But that’s what I do every day.” He listened very carefully, that’s why I’m so annoyed, Because that man just scribbled down: ‘Housewife. Unemployed.’”

Via my Cousin Jeanne Taysom. Beauty Jeanne!

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1 Response to “Housewife unemployed”

  1. 1 Pete Aldin

    What.
    A.
    Bastard.

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