Quilt Husband's Lament

It's National Poetry Day in the UK today, so I figured I would find a poem about quilting to share, and it might make someone smile.  I know a man who could definitely relate to this:

Quilt Husband's Lament
She learned to quilt on Monday. Her stitches all were fine.
She forgot to thaw out dinner. So we went out to dine.
She quilted miniatures on Tuesday. she says they are a must.
They really were quite lovely. But she forgot to dust.
On Wednesdays it was a sampler. She says stipling's fun.
What highlights! What Shadows! But the laundry wasn't done.
Her patches were on Thursday - Green, yellow, blue and red.
I guess she was really engrossed. She never made the bed.
It was wall hangings on Friday, in colors she adores.
It never bothered her at all, those crumbs there on the floor.
I found a maid on Saturday! My week is now complete.
My wife can quilt the hours away and the house will still be neat.
Now here I am on Sunday. I think I'm about to wilt.
I cursed, I raved, I ranted, �cause the MAID has learned to QUILT!
Author Unknown 

I found this a on Creative Words - Quilting, and it states Author Unknown (it's nearly at the bottom of the page), I have had a look round and would love to attribute it if possible to the originator, but can't find it so far, if you find it, feel free to contact me.

I'll be back later.

Ange x