Busy going on errands
being only two, does not
make the task any easier,
Do not say only two, atha,
you have three more
with you, points my son.
Listing out the vegetables
weekly, the grocery fortnightly
fruits every fourth day.
accounting to the pie, I manage
The thought of spending too much
gnaws me while I sleep.
Mornings pass off peacefully,
as I am occupied, nights turn
horrible.
Attributing to a mania,
or a phobia, my sons threaten
if you continue we have
to seek appointment.
with a psychiatrist,
Oh! no, I am not that bad!
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