THE MISSING MAID

A FUNNY POEM BY Me.

Hi friends,

This is just for the sake of a funny poem and also dedicated to the domestic help whose absence for a day hurts us. My domestic help only does the laundry and dirty dishes. I do the rest of the work.

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An ominous silence takes over my broken heart. 
How long shall I endure this pain? 
I have been scrubbing dishes for the past two days. 
My maid has done it again. 

She's on leave, and so here I am. 
Dusting and mopping the floor.
I don't mind the cooking. 
But clearing the mess is such a bore. 

At last! I finished doing the dishes. 
Now I can take a break for a while. 
Just then my daughter enters the kitchen. 
Dropping a few dirty dishes into the sink in style. 

I cast a murderous glance at her. 
She gives me a sincere smile. 
Drat! There goes my motherly heart. 
A face so innocent and free from guile. 

It's time to do the laundry. 
And off goes the Electricity, sparking my fury. 
The washing machine is useless. 
I wash the clothes with such a force that I fear I may cause them injury. 

Finally! I completed the household chores. 
I have learned to appreciate my maid. 
My lassie! Please come back to work. 
And forgive me for any hurtful word I said. 

I realized how hard she works. 
And it's just not only my house, but she handles several houses together. 
I hope she recovers from her poor health. 
May she be healthy and fit as a fiddle. 
Let's not take her for granted ever. 


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24 thoughts on “THE MISSING MAID

  1. Hahaha! I laughed aloud all the way through this one. Now I have to go review my funny housekeeping poems, what a great reminder! People (men) too often think housekeeping is simple. And to take it beyond that to homemaking is an art in itself. Great post ~ observant, educational, and so funny 🀣

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  2. Thank you so much, Rupali ji. I am so glad you liked it. πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ˜πŸ˜β™₯️β™₯️β™₯️. Happy Sunday.

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  3. Thank you so much, my dearest sweet Elvira. Lots of love, coffees, cakes and all the happiness. Enjoy a beautiful Sunday. 😊😊😊πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ₯°πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ˜β™₯️β™₯️β™₯οΈπŸ˜˜πŸ˜˜πŸ˜˜πŸŒΉπŸŒΉπŸŒΉπŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ°πŸ°πŸ°πŸ°πŸ«πŸ«πŸ«πŸ«πŸ©πŸ©πŸ©πŸ©πŸ©πŸ©πŸ§πŸ§πŸ§πŸ§β˜•β˜•β˜•β˜•πŸ¦πŸ¦πŸ¦πŸ¦

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  4. You are welcome, dear Aparna.
    Always a pleasure visit your blog.
    Have a lovely day full of love, hugs, smiles, coffee, cakes, fun and happiness too! πŸ™πŸ€—πŸ˜˜πŸ₯°πŸŒΈπŸ’–πŸ˜˜πŸ₯°πŸŒΈπŸ’–πŸ₯°πŸŒΈβ€οΈπŸ§πŸ«–β˜•πŸ§πŸ«–β˜•πŸ§πŸ«–β˜•πŸŒΈπŸ°πŸ₯§πŸ«πŸ©πŸ°πŸ₯§πŸ«πŸ©πŸ°πŸ₯§πŸ«πŸ©β˜•β˜•β˜•πŸŒΈ

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  5. πŸ°πŸ°πŸ°πŸ°πŸ°πŸ«πŸ«πŸ«πŸ«πŸ©πŸ©πŸ©πŸ©πŸŒΉπŸŒΉπŸŒΉπŸ¦πŸ¦β˜•β˜•β˜•β˜•πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜˜πŸ˜˜πŸ˜˜πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ’πŸ’

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  6. Thank you so much, dear Ashish. I feel sooooo happy when I read your sweet comments. β™₯️β™₯️β™₯️β™₯️😊😊😊😊

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  7. Thank you so much, dear. 😊😊β™₯️β™₯️β™₯️😘😘😘.

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  8. Thank you so much, dear Cindy. 😊😊😊🌹🌹🌹β™₯️β™₯️. Have a fantastic Sunday.

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  9. πŸ™πŸ˜˜πŸ˜πŸŒΈπŸ€©πŸŒΈπŸ˜˜πŸŒΈπŸ˜πŸ°πŸ«πŸ°πŸ«πŸ°πŸ©πŸ₯§πŸ©πŸ₯§πŸ§πŸ«–β˜•πŸ§πŸ«–β˜•πŸ§πŸ«–β˜•πŸŒΈπŸ™

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  10. 😊😊😊😊. Thank you so much, dear. I appreciate your kind words. β™₯️β™₯️β™₯️

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  11. Aparna, this is a fitting tribute to domestic helpers. Love this!
    But these lines made me laugh. When my daughter gives me the sincerest smile, ah, I immediately melt. πŸ₯°

    “I cast a murderous glance at her.
    She gives me a sincere smile.
    Drat! There goes my motherly heart.
    A face so innocent and free from guile.”

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