Shakespeare is calling but my life can't wait...
I must do chores before I can translate:
Run to a store to stock on staple foods,
Stop by the cobbler to repair my boots,
Pick up dry cleaning, and the kids from school,
And drop them off for lessons at the pool.
While they perfect their butterfly and crawl
I absolutely have no time to stall:
I rush back home reciting recipe
(Be sure the menu and the tastes agree)
While dinner’s cooking it’s no time to slouch,
And dawdle with Shakespeare on a couch.
I dash back to the pool to get the kids
And not be late a minute, God forbids!
When dinner’s eaten, dishes in the sink
Pile high with scraps of food that start to stink.
The dishes' done. The scraps are in compost.
Guess what? It’s time to sort my daily post.
And on and on until I crawl to bed
And fall asleep with sonnets left unread.
