Cleaning Poem
I asked the Lord to tell me
Why my house was such a mess.
He asked if I'd been 'computering',
And I had to answer 'yes.'
He told me to get off my fanny,
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.
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
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.
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.
1 comment:
I like your poem!!! So true!!!
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