By Kimbers
Date: 14 January 2000

The Demise of June Cleaver

I have it all planned
When I'm finished,
You'll have no choice
I'll be a size 7 again
And my house will sparkle
I'll never have to float a check
Or work overtime
I'll bake my own bread
And have a lovely manicure
My children will sparkle
and always say please
I'll always have the oil changed
and get 8 hours of sleep
I'll arise perfectly coiffed
And get to work on time
I'll speak softly 
And never right when you get home
I'll be charming at parties
And impress your boss
You'll be my unwitting Pygmalion
And, of course, you'll love me
I'll bet you'll even miss me
When I die of boredom