I wait 'til there's a lot
By Doreen Reed

  
When I was quite a young child, back in the 1950’s
I was given pocket money and I soon became quite thrifty
Each day I’d have 3 pennies I’d buy some honeycomb
Parma violets or a wagon wheel, to eat on my way home.
   
Before too many weeks had passed I decided t’was a waste,
When just 10 minutes later I was left with just a taste.
I decided not to spend it I’d save it up for weeks
And then I could afford to buy a much more worthwhile treat.

When just a month or so had passed I had £1 to spend
I’d buy puzzles and a book to read, and share them with my friends
My childhood days are now long gone but that policy I use
Now I save up household chores and do them when I choose
My sister’s good at housework her home just looks brand new
But me, I’m just the opposite I find other things to do.

I don’t go round inspecting and wiping every spot
Or vacuuming or dusting no I wait ‘til there’s a lot.
When there’s dust on every surface and smears on all the tiles
and the paintwork has changed colour then the job becomes worthwhile
Then I try to spend a day or two or may be even more,
I dust and vac and wash and shine each ceiling, wall and floor
It does look nice, you have worked hard, my friends and family say
I got no compliments like that when I did it every day.