at home with ann

Archive for November 16th, 2006

I’m gonna tell you how it really is
I was the epitome of a domestic goddess
I wore with pride my feather duster
Flipping at cobwebs spiders afluster
The floor shone from heavy elbow grease
It was quite the conversation piece
Although I think the view from behind
Was grossly exaggerated and maligned
Still my prowess with the Hoover
Acquired me a reputation as quite a mover
In the kitchen I was an angel
And I don’t just mean buttering bagels
I could whip up a gateau just like that
Counting the calories, carbs and fat
And my desserts were simply to die for
Heaven on a plate… who wants more
They say the way to a man’s heart is through his tummy
Honey, that’s simply scrumptious, luscious, just like mummy’s
Although I believe that was aiming a tad too high
They were spinning a yarn, telling a lie
For to win a man’s heart it’s not just an angel they want
To get their orange juice, coffee and croissant
They want it the morning after spending a night
With the domestic goddess’ devil’s delight

Copyright 2006 ann raven

the loves of my life

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet ~~~ plato

thank you…

... to everyone whose pictures and videos I have borrowed; if anyone would like theirs to be removed, please tell me and I shall be happy to do so

all words here are mine ~ I’ll tell you when they’re not!

from long ago

in case I forget what day of the week it is

November 2006