Quilters Poem

Ode To My Wife the Quilter

She learned to quilt on Monday

Her stitches all were very fine.

She forgot to thaw out dinner,

So we went out to dine.

She quilted miniatures on Tuesday,

She says they are a must.

They were really quite lovely,

But she forgot to dust.

On Wednesday it was a sampler,

She says stripling’s 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 hanging on Friday,

In colors, she adores.

It never bothered her at all,

The crumbs on the floors.

I found a maid on Saturday,

My week is now complete.

My wife 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!