'Take Your Shoes Off At The Door' Poem by Linda Winchell

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!