Round the corner, fudge is made!
But the value of the rhyme is equally obvious, if we admit to the fun of detecting double entendres and lighten the eff up.
Marcus Aurelius Antonius Augustus was co-Emperor (Pontifex Maximus) of the Roman Empire from 161-180. A "philosopher king" he is widely credited as being the last of the Five Good Emperors for exemplifying virtue, self-discipline, and inner tranquility. While on military campaign from 170-180, Aurelius wrote his Mediations; thoughts directed to himself, in the form of an elevated diary. The Meditations are profoundly moving and vastly wise. Aurelius' ethical reasoning, his balanced moral teaching, and his dignified detachment are widely acknowledged to be one of the most important pieces of writing outlining stoic philosophy. I encourage you to read the original. This is my copy, which you can't borrow.
I am cheeky to even consider monkeying with this source text.
But because most housework makes me angry, and raising children is intensely emotional, I'm thinking that if I translate his text (and philosophy) into terms bound up with my experience as a housewife, even if I have to wipe pee from around the toilet, I will learn how to be more stoic.
I want to find out if wisdom and depth can survive (or even be inspired by) the often tedious duties of day-to-day motherhood.
"Marcus Aurelius...take me away!"