Oh my goodness the house is a mess!
It is such a bloody chore!
Do I really have to deal with this stress?
Must I clean all of this today or for that matter anymore?
Why can’t I be Samantha and just twitch my nose?
Just think how grand that would be! To magic the kitchen & infamous overflowing closet.
Oh my and the monkeys room! And let’s not forget the funkified bathrooms, see “TWITCH”…“POOF” there it all goes!
Ahhh… to have such a talent, to never be so overwhelmed and always beset.
I can wish, I can hope but who am I kidding?
Life doesn’t work that way…
Those numerous piles of chores are never ending.
And if I don’t get busy with them soon something will coming along and make those piles sway.
So here I go no more whining. No matter what I have to tackle the load.
I must, I must whittle them down and make those piles shift.
And try my best not to drown in my messy abode.
But if I fail and you don’t hear from me soon you had better call the EMT and send over a forklift.
Signed the not so TICKLED domestically overwhelmed redhead,
PS: I am dead serious about that forklift! Yeah, yeah! I know I’m a dork… don’t shoot me because I stink at poetry, it’s just my way of procrastinating the inevitable.