Can't swing an axe
won't mop the floor.
Follow my tracks?
I goin out the door.
I hate to do the chores,
but they got to be done.
I know the chores are yours,
so I go and ask my son.
Oh you had to mention chores so early in the morning! Delightful read, thanks for the reminder of the floor.
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I would like to translate this poem
'Chores? ' he said. 'Chores? What chores? ' and I said, 'Thanks, I'll have a pint of lager and a large whisky please! ' Danny