When we on simple rations sup
How easy is the washing up!
But heavy feeding complicates
The task by soiling many plates.
And though I grant that I have prayed
That we might find a serving-maid,
I’d scullion all my days I think,
To see Her smile across the sink!
I wash, she wipes. In water hot
I souse each pan and dish and pot;
While taffy mutters, purrs, and begs,
And rubs himself against my legs.
The man who never in his life
Has washed the dishes with his wife
Or polished up the silver plate–
He still is largely celibate.
One warning: there is certain ware
That must be handled with all care:
The Lord Himself will give you up
If you should drop a willow cup!
by Christopher Morley
Christopher Morley, 1890-1957, was born in Pennyslvania, U.S.A. where he lived most of his life, apart from three years as a Rhodes Scholar at Oxford, where he studied modern history. His varied writing career included editing ‘The Ladies Home Journal’. As well, he was the author of more than 100 novels, books of essays and volumes of poetry. His novel Kitty Foyle, became an Academy Award winning movie. Purportedly his last message to his friends when he died was…
‘Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking. Do, every day, something no one else would be silly enough to do. It is bad for the mind to continually be part of unanimity’
Please return to the Tuesday Poem Hub where you can read three poems, one each, from the three NZ Post Book Award finalists, chosen by Editor this week, Andrew Bell. Before you leave, be sure to visit the sidebar where the Tuesday Poets reside. You might also like to visit The Aotearoa Affair. This is a Blog Fest and collaborative web initiative in anticipation of the Frankfurt Bookfair in October, where New Zealand is the Guest of Honour. I am honoured to have a poem in the Highlights section.