Twas the night before the Homestudy and all through the house,
Not even a blouse.
The baby was nestled all snug in her bed,
While visions of sibling-hood danced in her head.
The coats were all hung in the closet with care,
Knowing the caseworker soon would be there.
“Now dishes! Now vacuum! Now dusting and cleaning!
In bathrooms! On furniture, floors, walls, and ceilings!”
With everything done
And all in it’s place,
We collapsed on the couch in a loving embrace.
I sighed and exclaimed as we admired the shine,
“Why only cooking sherry? I wish I had wine!”