An Ode... To Be Fair

So, I wrote the Ode to the Single Parent, which got me thinking... what about the bachelors, and, ehem, bachelorertts? We have it rough in our own way in regards to keeping up with the organization of things. Revving up the motivation can be tough sometimes. So I decided, to be fair and to follow on our behalf with:
Ode to the Singles

O, single one
Childless and free
Laying there in bed
With a sink full of dishes
Staring at your britches

Hanging on the door

O, single one
Childless and free
Waking up for work
Making your way in life
With no husband or wife

To be considered

O, single one
Childless and free
Coming home at night
Whenever you might please
Simplicity and ease

Can be your motto

O, single one
Childless and free
Scrubbing down the tub
Or sweeping up the floor
Can be a horrid bore...

Maybe tomorrow

O, single one
Childless and free
Internet surfing
Vacuuming, maybe...might...
That carpet once was white

But who has to know

O, single one
Childless and free
With a life so hard
Full of arduous tasks
Always forced to relax

With a good movie

O, single one
Childless and Free
Bachelors and etts
We are hard workers too
We have plenty to do...

After the game...

And Monk

Then... maybe

Taking time for an Ode

I have to admit, some days are definitely harder than others to make sure I clean the dishes, sweep, vacuum, make the bed, put away the clothes... and this is just for lil' ol' me! I know that organizing for a family's home is a tremendous amount of work! Now imagine doing that all on your own! Single moms and dads have to do just that.

That's way I am taking a little time to write this
Ode to the Single Parent:

O, single mom
O, single dad
You who work so hard
You who hold your own
Even when battles drone

Between the children

O, single mom
O, single dad
With no time alone
And mounts of work to do
Fit for a ten-maned crews

With none to be had

O, single mom
O, single dad
Hold your own with dishes
Granting Birthday wishes
Posing as Santa, too

Multi-tasking saints

O, single mom
O, single dad
There is truth to tell
Of your strife to maintain
What little bit remains

Of your sanity

O, single mom
O, single dad
Don't let yourselves think
You don't deserve to get
Pats on the back still yet

And maybe a spa

Or two.