Training My Lazy

That Mike, he was a quiet man,A family benefactor.He buoyed a large posterityBy sitting on a tractor.
One day, his wife, I’ll call her Jean,Was working in the yard,The day was warm, the sun was hot,The task she’d set was hard.
Her Mike had finished for the dayRelaxing in his hammock,When she called out to him, “Hon, please!“I need someone dynamic!”
“I want some help here, if you could,“This job is problematic.“And while you’re up, please also check“That roof leak in the attic.”
He looked at her and said, “Sweet Jean,“I’d help with all that’s taxing,“But I can’t do two things at once,“And right now, I’m relaxing.”
She didn’t murder him right there,I know you all were worried,But from this tale, I gained a truthFor when life’s getting flurried.
When myriad tasks beset me,And everything is crazy,I simply can’t do two at once,So I’m working on my lazy!
Each month we write upon a themeSome folks think we're clever!And we have such a lot of fun,We'll do this thing forever! 
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