She had had a tiring day
Nothing had gone her way.
Her breakfast got burnt
She was running late, she learnt.
Her mistress’ mood was crummy
Terribly sour and grumpy.
She spoilt her lady’s work dress
Cooked up a guacamole mess.
On her way home, she tripped
And cut the top of her lip.
When she entered her home
She felt might alone.
Then she cast her eyes on
Her little one, hair undone.
She put her angel in her little tub
Soaped her. Bubbly was this little cub.
As she watched her mermaid
Flail her little ‘tail’,
Her day’s sorrows dissipated
She slept well. Loved. Sated.
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