Wanderlust Versus Housework

Lured by your laughing blue eyes, my love

Lured by your argentate smirk

Ah, who can resist your taunting of

Wanderlust versus housework?

On one hand the call of the wind running wild

But on the other the cloth

Of that which becometh mother with child,

Can I not succor them both?

I feel the presence of dust-bunnies snore

I hear the moan of a mop

But ah, the window flaunts wide open floor

With fresh coat of sparkle on top

Is there a hard fast law to appease

Regarding the spending of air?

Surely tis better to dance with a breeze

Then just leave it lonely out there…

… Lured by your laughing blue eyes, my love

Lured by your argentate smirk

Ah, who can resist your taunting of

Wanderlust versus housework?

© Janet Martin