“Why the rush?” the sexy hero asked the feisty heroine
I recognized the harried woman in the novel as me
How did I get there, how did I become that someone?
I flipped back the pages, turning the spotlight on my mother to see
Sending us off to school, scurrying around the house
Washing clothes, drying on the line, mopping floors, buffing to get that shine
Password and the Fugutive while ironing a blouse
Housework all finished leaves time to garden and unwind
To get it all done before half past five
When he walks through the door five forty four
“What did you do all day?” is his evening chide
If she hadn’t rushed around, he’d have seen so much more
I don’t why she had to work so fast
In the end, it just kicked her in the ass.