The Children Should Be At Least Nine

The dawn comes with her busy moments In preparing breakfast for the kids to school Children complaining uniforms aren't ironed Husband's untimely flirts, but she is cool, While putting sandwiches on the dining table The youngest one asks her for two boiled eggs The tray of breakfast falls on the dirty floor The two years old kid came between her legs, She picks up sandwiches gives it to school goers The kid started crying he has been forgotten, As the husband objects, asks her to re-prepare She picks out the remaining egg, it was rotten. The wife, a mother of eight children is now tired The children went to school without breakfast An unplanned family of lower middle class! The day comes to an end anyhow at last. The dusk is romantic a full moon is ahead A night that deserves to be enjoyed at a beach But short of money due to low income Prices are high and beyond the reach. Last week of the month and he is pocket less The children insisting for a dinner out side He promises for an outing on the coming first The tired wife looks a newly married bride. No work, no entertainment, TV is boring No child during night will go to school Morning flirts now working at night Hot enough, she's smiling, and isn't cool. Children in dejection go to their beds It's a moonlit night and weather is fine Number eight is not a very good number The children should be at least nine.