Cleaning Poem

 

 

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 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. 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.