Drudgery

Washing's out, dinner's on
and the postman's been and gone.
Done the dusting - made the bed;
then went shopping, fetched the bread.
Next it's gardening, what a chore;
God my life is such a bore.
I've been treated like a dog,
worked and slaved - just one hard slog.
Tonight I'll sit and watch TV,
a bag of crisps on either knee.
It's Eastenders after Corrie;
don't disturb me or you'll be sorry!
When I crawl upstairs to bed,
worn out, knackered, nearly dead;
the thought of sleep makes my heart sing -
I wonder what tomorrow will bring?