I am the lollygagger.
I am the lollygagger
and I can see it in your eyes:
a sauntering mum, an idle wife –
it’s all that you despise.
Is there anything less virtuous,
any path that’s less worthwhile
than a woman prone to laziness?
If there could be a trial
I’d be hauled up for your inspection,
mocked and ridiculed,
‘look at the lollygagger.
her right to ponder? Overruled!’
Yet I know I’m on the noble path
My brood, myself – it seems we flourish.
My marriage and my sense of self?
I feed both, you’ll find us nourished.
So next time you feel unsettled
after asking what I do
and I say,
‘I’m the Lollygagger, love
I’ve found my cause’ now think,