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 butt
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.'
I didn't mean to 'click.'
But click, I did,and oops I found
A real absorbing site.
That I got SO way into it.
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...
2 comments:
What a cute poem! Sad to say: It's the truth! O.K. you guilted me! I'm going to go do the dinner dishes and clean up the kitchen.
Your poor little mouse might get lonely!! Love your blog, by the way!
thanks for stopping in!!
joanne
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