Sound familiar?
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 good 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 it -
I was into it all night.

So nothing's changed except my mouse.
It's as shiny as the sun.
I guess my house will stay a mess.....
While I sit here on my bum.


Days On The Beach in Side
Sound familiar?
Miss Money Penny - you have no idea what good timing this poem was - he he - I have had an old friend (male) here all afternoon because his place was soooo untidy that he had used up every single item in his kitchen and had no clean plates or saucepans left, so I cooked at mine - he had put the majority of the dirty pans etc INSIDE HIS BATH upstairs so they didn't topple over - but the kitchen was still sky high with things - and up the staircase - and in the lounge area, nowhere in the whole house to sit! - and he is an IT Whizz and Trainer !!!!! So I sent your poem to him just now (he had left here 1 hour ago) and asked if he had written it for you??!!!!

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