Mrs Popular?

It’s THAT time of day
When your familes have all gone
You’re exhausted from tidying up the toys
& Have all your dirty dishes done

The house no longer resembles a bomb sight
Tho it has taken you forever
Mind you that smashed ear from the ornamental dog
It doesn’t look at all clever

At long last you’ve got peace
You are left in solitude
Whilst its lovely to see them all
When they go home it feels so good

You go to put the kettle on
To make yourself a well-earned brew
But just at this very moment
The dam doorbell rings for you

Hell’s bells can you ignore it ?
They may think that you are out
As you fiddle with the doorknob
From in the hall you hear a shout

“It’s only me Luvvy, our lots all landed
So I’ve brought them from nextdoor
I wondered if you’d mind but you’ve got far more room on your floor”

“Eeh how nice to meet you pet”
You tell Ethel’s daughter with a sigh
They don’t realise you can’t be bothered
So you are telling them a lie

“Come in the lot of you,
I’ll fetch a few more chairs”
“Go get all the toys out they are in that cupboard under the stairs”

So once again you’re entertaining
You really deserve a golden star
But then again it’s all your fault
For being so dam popular