A poem about quilter
My Wife,the Quilter
She learned to quilt on Monday. Her Stitches were very fine.
She forgot to thaw out dinner, So we went out dine.
She quilted miniatures Tuesday. She says they are a must.
They really were quite lovely, But she forgot to dust.
On Wednesday, it was a sampler. She says the stripling's fun.
What highlights! Oh what shadows! But the laundry wasn't done.
Her charm quilt was on Thursday. Green patches, blue and red.
I guess she relly was engrossed; She never made the bed.
It was wallhangings on Friday, In colors she adores.
But she never seemed to notice the crumbs on all 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 aboyt to wilt.
I cursed. I raved, Iranted The MAID has learned to Quilt!