Ode To My Wife The Quilter

Ode to My Wife the Quilter - Author Unknown

She learned to Quilt on Monday,
Her stitches all were very fine.
She forgot to thaw out dinner,
So we went out to dine.

She quilted miniatures on Tuesday.
She says they are a must.
They were quite lovely,
But she forgot to dust.

On Wednesday it was a sampler.
She says stippling's fun.
What highlights!  What shadows!
But the laundry wasn't done.

Her patches were on Thursday -
Green, yellow, blue and red.
I guess she was really engrossed;
She never made the bed.

It was wall hangings on Friday,
In colors she adores.
It never bothered her at all,
The crumbs on the floors.

I found a maid on Saturday.
My week is now complete.
My wife can quilt the hours away;
The house will still be neat.

Well, It's already Sunday.
I think I'm about to wilt.
I cursed, I raved, I ranted;
The maid has learned to QUILT !

Author Unknown