Well ladies I’ve been made redundant
Yet my skills are still abundant.
Now that I am 53
It seems the scrapheap is for me!
My role no longer is required
My talents all have been retired.
And yet my skills in life are vast
They’re now and real, not in the past.
I run a house, co-ordinate
Make sure that no-one’s ever late.
I churn out food all made from scratch
And pair the socks to make them match.
I do the ironing with panache
And make packed lunches in a flash.
I send them all to work and school
With stomachs full to give them fuel.
I act as taxi everywhere
Just running teens from here to there.
I do the shopping, plan the meals
Our house is run on well-oiled wheels.
And all of this while fighting flushes
Trying to make it look like blushes.
Battling weight around my middle
And the need to always piddle.
Dried out parts that once were moist
And pelvic floor that needs a hoist.
Hair that once was full and lush
But now is just a thinning bush.
And all of this while smiling freely
Pretending that it’s alright really.
Cleared away for sweet young things
Who still wear fanny pads with wings.
So any CEOs who need
A person who can take the lead.
To organise and juggle tasks
YOU REALLY ONLY HAVE TO ASK!