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| Don't wait for Mother's Day every day counts |
Our robot washed the washing clean
Drip dried for hanging on the line
Our robot washed the dishes too
Removing grime restoring shine
But still there was much work to do
The hanging out and pressing
The emptying and putting back
For us to find no second guessing
Our plates and cups on tables laid
Dressed to kill and looking smart
As mother serves our favourite grub
We underestimate her part
It’s clear she thinks about us all
We take as given without thought
Every day and week throughout the year
She rarely asks us for support
We lounge about and sleep till late
Carping whingeing picking holes
Sneaking off with limp excuses
To strut our stuff on show patrols
Day in day out our life’s routine
Supported quietly without fuss
Until she’s ill or on her holiday
We wail and howl we stomp and cuss
Once a year is nowhere near enough
A mother’s life is one short straw
Remember when you raised your voice
The blame was yours you know for sure
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