Saw this poem on an online quilting group I belong to:
*Addicted to Quilting*
She learned to quilt on Monday.
Her stitches all were very fine.
She forgot to thaw out dinner.
so we went out to dine.
She quilted miniatures on Tuesday.
she says they are a must.
They really were quite lovely.
But she forgot to dust.
On Wednesday it was a sampler.
She says stippling's fun.
What highlights! What Shadows!
But the laundry wasn't done.
Nine patches were on Thursday -
Green, yellow, blue and red.
I guess she really was engrossed;
She never made the bed.
It was wall hangings on Friday,
In colors she adores.
It never bothered her at all,
That crumbs were on the floors.
I found a maid on Saturday,
My week is now complete.
My wife can quilt the hours away;
The house will still be neat.
Well, now it's only Sunday,
I think I'm about to wilt.
I cursed, I raved, I ranted,
Cause the MAID has learned to QUILT!
It's so true except that my husband hasn't reached Saturday yet!