My maid, made me mad

Sunday spoiled, utterly upset,

Wished to enjoy it bit by bit

Few appointments, prior day,

 major surgeries kept at bay

Week end stress, not be high,

reply no pesky calls, to annoy

Quietly enjoy a good movie,

gulp few pegs of fine whiskey

A relaxing sleep, wake up late,

clamor of alarm, I truly hate

Glare of sunshine, surging in,

window drapes left wide open

Better half’s, intentions best,

joy of winter morning to waste

In bed under a furry soft quilt,

rejoice charm of sleep to d’ hilt

Stroll around with unshaven chin,

holidays not meant for a shaving

All queer job, that needs no skill,

align cupboard items as per will

To set sofa set in drawing lounge,

journals, books neatly to arrange

Dust d’ system, wipe TV screen,

work goes on, till d’ maid gets in

Scene alters, d' freedom curtailed,

a fat full stop, my clumsy job ends

Stay away from her area of activity,

D’ environ to match, maid’s priority

My house, truncated my movement,

Best, be in bed room surfing d’ net

To check d’ mail, listen some music,

“Be away from d’ room she’ll sweep”

 Moved to TV, for d' day’s headlines,

Finish your bath fast, in few minutes

Bath d’ safe heaven for time being,

a relaxing bath, ample scope to sing

Unlike week days, no unwanted call,

at least a shower, to enjoy to d’ full

 At liberty to revel a leisurely shower,

a loud bang heard, on bathroom door

Put d’ shower off, wrapped up a towel,

 consort’s curtly tone, to unlatch d’ door

d’ moment so disgusting, I’ve to ponder

things turning painful, unable to bear

Hand over bath, let her wash d’ cloth,

she’s in a hurry, gets late for Church

Analyzed ornately, drawn conclusion,

wise have two maids for plain reason

It’s quite safe to make a job division,

If one absent, other manage situation

Fail their fancies, whims won’t stand,

frequent bunks, no need to understand

Enterprising spouse’s kind noble way,

for maid’s Church, shopping no delay

None to ever miss d' Sunday market,

for a matinee movie, need not be late

For her tummy pain, pleaded for pills,

not as last time, turned things worse

I frowned, couldn’t recollect of course,

rummaged through self, peered packs

Handed over her, few antispasmodics

latest, d’ best, ought to work fantastic