the bed got made around two-thirty.
The washing from the day before
is staring at me from the floor.
For shame o lazy one you say,
and just what did you do today?
What did I do today, you ask?
but I was busy all day, and half the night.
Visitors came, and visitors went,
All well satisfied with the money they spent.
I was run off my feet, not once did I blob,
I don’t work as a maid! I sell for a job!
A pile of cash now sits in the tin,
So clean up yourself, or bear it and grin.