With abnormal promptitude,
Daughter rises from her food.
Like the busy bee, some gnome-quirk
Gravitates her to her homework
Where her brow, as smooth as satin,
Puckers fiercely over Latin.
She, non-social and unminglish,
Has some furious bouts with English;
Or, if it lies in her path,
Wrestles mightily with Math–
Daughter is Oh-so-ambitious
When it’s time to do the dishes…
by Ray Romine Thursday, March 8, 1951
