Dancing to the Platters, break dancin’
No pitter patter, no pity for me, no thank you
No matter, no familiar patterns…now
Drum roll, if you please…
I have a full plate, I resonate
I pack a day, come what may,
Jivin’ to the moment
Even the Washington Monument quaked, cracked
but remains intact.
I’ve got the dishes
No longer a plain Jane dishcloth
No longer a washup
No longer his right hand
Do I wish to be a Mrs…..
again, again and again?