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WASH DAY.

As my Wife hung the washing on the line,
I said to her, It wont stay fine.
I've got this feeling that rain's on the way,
My legs been playing me up all day.

Looking at me my Wife shook her head,
The weather will be just fine, The Forecaster said.
With sunshine and breezes coming from South West,
That will soon dry, your shirts and your vest.

I gazed at my Beloved with pity in my eyes,
Don't look now Dear, but there are clouds in the skies.
It's coming up black, I think a thundery shower,
It'll rain you know for at least an hour.

Your washing will get dirty from soot and grime,
Personally I'd hang it out some other time.
Perhaps in the evening before going to sleep,
It's easier to count washing, than dirty sheep.

My Wife gave me such a withering look,
I felt rather guilty as I turned to my book.
But what do you know, to my great delight,
The weather stayed fine, and things were all right.

Bernard Shaw.