She brayered backgrounds Tuesday,
She says they are a must.
They really are quite lovely,
But she forgot to dust.
On Wednesday it was birthday bags,
She says the chalking's fun.
Shading, blending, watercoloring,
But the laundry wasn't done.
It was shaker cards on Friday,
A technique she just adores.
So she never seemed to notice
The crumbs on all the floors.
I found a maid on Saturday,
My life is now complete.
My wife can stamp the hours away,
The house will still be neat.
Today is only Sunday,
And my forehead's feeling damp.
I cried, I raved, I ranted. . .
The MAID has learned to STAMP!
(With apologies to the anonymous author of the original ditty!)