Self-employed

To be self-employed is a dodgy existence
more often than not, we survive on a pittance
My husband's an artist, I write daft words
you could say our lifestyle verges on the absurd!

Why do we do this? I could work in a bank,
pull pints in the pub, drive a Sherman tank.
We have four strapping children - sadly, all boys
they want flashy clothes and electronic toys
Then there's the school fees, three terms a year
at the end of the hols., I feel nothing but fear!
If I worked in Tesco's, I'd get paid each week
but we'd lose the excitement of having to eek
our last pennies out, 'til somebody pays...
Sometimes one loaf must last several days

When we are rich, we paint the town red
but we're always so tired, we crawl home to bed
and that's at 8.30 - some night on the town!
A life on the edge can get a gal down

One day we'll make it - a mansion and Jag
but by then I'll be dead, or a wizzened old hag.