Oh ironing oh ironing
You really are a chore
You promised some excitement
But you're really just a bore
Oh washing up oh washing up
The dishes are never done
When we started out together
You said that you'd be fun
Oh hoovering oh hoovering
You do make my arms ache
You're noisy and you're cumbersome
And forever you do take
Oh polishing oh polishing
At least you smell quiet nice
Apparently if I inhale to hard
You can become a vice
Oh housework oh housework
Forever shall we meet
But never with a smile from me
As from you I'm always beat
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