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ODE TO MY OWNER, THE QUILTER*

She learned to quilt on Monday,
Her stitches all were very fine,
She forgot to thaw out dinner,
So she went out to dine.

She quilted miniatures on 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 stippling is fun.
 What highlights! What shadows!
But the laundry wasn't done.

Her patches were on Thursday -
Green, yellow, blue and red
I guess she was really engrossed;
She never made the bed.

It was wall hangings on Friday,
In colors she adores.
It never bothered her at all,
The crumbs on the floors.

She found a maid on Saturday.
My week is now complete.
My owner can quilt the hours away
 The house will still be neat.

Well, it's already Sunday.
I think I'm about to wilt.
I cursed, I raved, I ranted,
The maid has learned to QUILT!

                                                     (Author Unknown)



*This poem was originally written as: Ode to my Wife
Even though I am not married, the poem suits me to a tee - get very engrossed in computing and quilting.
I modified it  to Ode to my Owner.  Now  the poem is from the cat's point of view.
After all, my cat lets me know when things are out of place by pawing at them,
laying on them, pushing them out of the way, sitting beside them and meowing until it is moved....
She can be quite disturbed by an untidy house, just like a husband.