cleaning poem

[mistylady]

 

Cleaning Poem

 

I asked the Lord to tell me

Why my house is such a mess.

He asked if I'd been 'putering',

And I had to answer "yes."

 

He told me to get off my fanny

And tidy up the house.

And so I started cleaning up...

The smudges off my mouse.

 

I wiped and shined the topside.

That really did the trick...

I was just admiring my work...

I didn't mean to 'click.'

 

But click, I did, and oops I found

A real absorbing site

That I got SO way into...

I was into it all night<>

 

Nothing's changed except my mouse

It's very, very shiny.

I guess my house will stay a mess...

While I sit here on my hiney.