MY RULES
If you want to marry me,
here’s what you’ll have to do
You must learn how to make
a perfect chicken dumpling stew
And you must sew my holey socks
and you must soothe my
troubled mind
And develop the knack for scratching my back
And keep by shoes spotlessly shined
And while I rest you must rake the leaves
And when it is hailing and snowing
You must shovel the walk, and
be still when I talk
And – hey where are you going?
© Shel Silverstein
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