Westmuir

Spring Cleaning

When the sun shows up the cobwebs
and spring is in the air
Women’s thoughts turn to the thing
That can make a guid man swear.

As their wives put on a pinny
and begin to scrub and clean
I’m shair that a’ their men fowk here
will ken fine what this’ll mean.

“Will ye help to shift the sideboard Dear”
and then as sure as fate
She will see the wa’paper has faded
“Oh! We’ll hae tae decorate”!

Men who can read the signs
claim they have an important meeting
and if they’re wise their wives ignore
the fact their men are cheating.

Others work aff their frustration
digging o’er the their garden plot
sure that like the mad march hare
their wives mind’s have gone tae pot.

Washin’ runners, curtains, covers
‘til the clothes rope is overflowin’
Then the sun hides behind a cloud
and suddenly it is snowin’.

Yet women still dae spring cleaning
Though they get aching backs
Scrubbing, hanging washing on the line
‘til their hands are fu’ o’ hacks

This self inflicted torture noo
The men just canna understand
Their wives crazy obsession
Has it a’ got oot o’ hand?

Aye they are fair bamboozled
with a’ the frantic steer
That invades their peaceful hame life
In the Springtime of the Year