With five kids around, things were off the hook;
There were handprints ground every place I'd look.
To daycare in town, the young ones I took,
After being crowned maid, nanny, and cook.

I smiled and I frowned; my head sometimes shook,
Whenever I found in cranny or nook
A mess that'd astound the dirtiest crook.

Despite kids abound, and gobbledygook,
And pauses profound, and being a schnook¹,

Time I somehow found to finish my book.