The Jogging Suit

Her legs go unshaven
Her hair is a mess
With little to no time
To find that great dress.

Her children are screaming
She's ready to cry
She doesn't know how
To keep make them all try

To help her clean up
To clean for themselves
To make her life easy
If just for one day

But she loves her life
And she lovers her kids
And she wouldn't trade it in
For the highest of bids

So she'll keep pushing on
Training her troop
with fuzzy legs
and a jogging suit.