If you want to marry me, here's what you'll have to do: <br />You must learn how to make a perfect chicken-dumpling stew. <br />And you must sew my holey socks, <br />And soothe my troubled mind, <br />And develop the knack for scratching my back, <br />And keep my shoes spotlessly shined. <br />And while I rest you must rake up the leaves, <br />And when it is hailing and snowing <br />You must shovel the walk... and be still when I talk, <br />And -- hey -- where are you going?<br /><br />Sheldon Allan Silverstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-rules-2/
