Wednesday, 15 June 2011

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 nothings 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.

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