Housework, housework go away
For as long as you’re here
I cannot in good conscience play.
Go away dishes, go away dust
It is for poetic prose
That I do lust
I like to write it
And to read it too
It keeps me enlightened
Helps chase away the blue.
Nothing better than dancing words
That move to and fro upon the page
Helps me to forget
I’m kept inside this cage
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem