Spring in Gungawamp

                                              (Contributed by the Village Poet)

Gungawamp is full of bustle,

Cleanin’ house an’ springtime hustle,

All the women’s feelin’ mean

‘Cuz they’ve got to scrub an’ clean,

But the men feel meaner still

An’ are cussin’ with a will

At the state the house is in –

Last of which ain’t any sin.

Life for men folks ev’ry spring

Is an awful upset thing;

When the women’s all a bustle

Cleanin’ house an’ springtime hustle.

Gungawamp is full of sorer,

Tribberlation, pain an’ horrer;

Wish the women folks could find

Somethin’ else to take their mind

‘Stid o’ turnin’ upside down

Ev’ry homestead in the town.

Don’t know where we’re goin’ to eat,

Sleep nor rest our weary feet;

Don’t know when we’re goin’ to see

Peace, nor order, no sir-ee.

Nothin’ here but haul an’ hustle,

Cleanin’ house an’ springtime bustle.

Gungawamp is not the only

Town that’s sufferin’ an’ lonely;

Ev’ry town is jest the same

Up to jest the same ol’ game.

Wished we’d lived in Adam’s time

When there warn’t no household grime;

In the garden’s snug retreat

Where there wasn’t no rugs to beat.

What a joy it must have been

Keeping house for couples then!

None of hammer, haul an’ hustle,

Cleanin’ house an’ springtime bustle.

April 10, ‘09

Tuesday Apr. 20, ‘09