MONDAY, WASH-DAY by WINIFRED VIRGINIA JACKSON

I will twiddle my thumbs
And take my ease,
With never a thank you
And never a please.

I will wink at the moon
With a solemn eye,
And switch my apron
Till young stars cry.

And who will say me
A @3yes@1 or a @3no@1,
Where comets dangle
And planets crow.

I will kick my heels
And drink my tea
From a cup and a saucer
As big as the sea.

The old stone wall
May fall to a rock,
And the cat stay in
And wind the clock.

And dust may lie
Like tufted gray mice,
And the pantry be bare
Of barley and rice.

I will twiddle my thumbs,
My tongue in my cheek,
Remembering Monday
And Monday week.

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