Tuesday, September 6, 2011

The 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 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.

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

2 comments:

OrbsCorbs said...

So true. The computer can eat hours and hours.

However, I recently completed a major cleanup of my apartment. I hadn't done much since December. Now it's all done except for the windows. I might just wait until next spring on the exteriors.

kkdither said...

If you think the internet chews up your time, don't sign up for Facebook. It is the devil!

My grandma used to say that dirt was around long before you and will be there long after you are gone, so don't let it bother you too much. (and she was the hardest working person you'd ever meet)