Please take off your shoes at the door
Go and leave them on the floor.
I’m tired of scrubbing up other’s filth
I don’t want to do it anymore!
I never took on the job of being your maid
And the pay is horrible at that!
I want to sit and relax a bit more
And work this pain out of my neck and back.
I seem to be always down on my knees
Scrubbing all of my days away.
Now this is no way to treat a lady
To let these things continue go on this way.
So if you’re not willing
To abide but what I’ve asked.
I will hand you all a mop and bucket
And give you all these household tasks!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Take Your Shoes Off At The Door'.......................in my country every does that..........however some uses slippers in the home but they have a diffrent set....Good Write....