I could write a metaphor about you in the dust,
Etch the perfect simile on my bonnet red with rust,
Scrub the pan until it shines but leave a food stained heart,
Do all the laundry and iron shirts so you're smart,
Arrange all the spice jars to your name in the aisle,
Vacuum the carpet with your initials and a smile,
Place a rhyming couplet as I put clean sheets on the bed,
But I'm an awful housewife so I'll write this poem instead.