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Oh, Country Maiden...

By Trish MacQueen

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I have made the soup - today it's barley, as the radio croons to a man, named Harley. I have baked the biscuits, to a golden brown, while the smell travels, throughout town. I have wiped the counters, until they're clean, and polished the tea pots, to a sheen. I have scrubbed the pots, until they shine, before cleaning the sinks, with a spot of pine. I have checked the sugar, pepper, and salt for if they run out, it's all my fault. I pushed the sweeper, throughout the room, while sweeping the washroom, with an old broom. I have cooked the chicken, ready to de-bone, and emptied the garbage, on my own. I have put on makeup, and tidied my hair, While checking my watch, with seconds to spare. All the "Maiden's", kitchen duties are done, and let me tell you, they were not fun. Soon, my customers will order tea with honey, and I'll be laughing, cause I'm making money.I wrote this one morning while I was preparing to open the my restaurant "Country Maiden Tea Room", which also doubles as my art studio and gallery, and writer's den. Written April 13th, 2002 © on Apr 13 2002 02:10 PM PST   0 • 14

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