Monday, March 24, 2008

Cleaning Poem


Cleaning Poem

I asked the Lord to tell me
Why my house is such a mess.
He asked if I'd been 'computering',
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.

4 comments:

Jean said...

Wow Deb this sounds so much like me and don't look to far from that either!! LOL Thanks for sharing.

Lynn said...

OMG this gave me such a good laugh!
What a great poem, I can totally relate :)

Susan (rainy) said...

And I use to be such a good housekeeper... My how time's have changed. Your poem made me laugh and as I did a whole bunch of dust bunnies blew off my computer table.

Craft Fairy said...

That poem is so true.
Computers forever,
Housework whenever!

Thanks for leaving such kind comments about my work on Splitcoast.

Yvonne