Wife in A Tin

Open a tin and out she pops

She sweeps and cleans and dusts and mops.

The clothes get washed, the dishes clean,

The pots are scrubbed until they gleam.

She vacuums the floor

And sweeps a bit more.

In the kitchen she scurries and storms;

All sorts of creations are thought of and born.

On her feet, on her knees, from the stool,

Pasta and patties the freezer is full.

And when she's all done just squish her back in,

A quiet, a handy wife in a tin!