A QUILTER'S POEM

I thought you all might enjoy this short poem:

Ode to My Wife...the Quilter

Author Unknown

She learned to quilt on MONDAY

Her stiches all so fine.

But she forgot to thaw out dinner,

So we 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 said, "stipplng's fun."

What highlights! What shadows!

But laundry wasn't done.

Her patches were on THURSDAY

Green, yellow, blue and red.

I guess she forgot the time

As she never made the bed.

It was a wallhanging on FRIDAY

In colors she adores.

It never bothered her at all,

The crumbs upon the floors.

I found a maid on SATURDAY

My week is now complete.

My wife can quilt the hours away,

And the house will still be neat.

Well, now it's SUNDAY

And I'm just about to wilt.

I cursed, I raved, I ranted,

The MAID had learned to quilt!