Fair Deal (True Love in the House edit)

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Edit 1 (true, keith)

Someday I'll trade the vacuum for
a dusty house that's calm, at least
I'll gag its irritating roar.
I'd rather cook a full-blown feast,
my kitchen humming in my head:
the hissing pan for meat or crepe,
the soothing squeak of dough for bread
against the board, the beater's scrape.

Alone I clear each meal's debris
and scrub the porcelain sink, again
the dinner cleanup's left to me;
I guess I really can't complain.
He vacuums carpets, washes clothes,
two gifts more dear than gem or rose.


Original

My hate for vacuums knows no bounds,
no dust is worth that clumsy beast;
I cringe at its obnoxious sounds.
I'd rather cook a full-blown feast,
my kitchen humming in my head:
the hissing pan for meat or crepe,
the soothing squeak of dough for bread
against the board, the beater's scrape.

Alone I clear each meal's debris
and scrub the porcelain sink, again
the dinner cleanup's left to me.
I guess I really can't complain;
he vacuums carpets, washes clothes,
two gifts more dear than gem or rose.


*from NaPM