A Cleaning Poem.
Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 1:39 am
A Cleaning Poem
I asked the Lord to tell me,
Why my flat is such a mess.
He asked if I'd been 'computing',
I had to answer "yes."
He told me to get off my backside,
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 handiwork....
I didn't mean to 'click.'
But click, I did, and oops I found,
A mind absorbing site.
That I got SO involved in...
I was at it all the night.<<Sigh>>
Nothings changed except my mouse,
It's now looks very shiny.
I guess my place will stay a mess...
While I sit here on my hiney.
:int:
I asked the Lord to tell me,
Why my flat is such a mess.
He asked if I'd been 'computing',
I had to answer "yes."
He told me to get off my backside,
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 handiwork....
I didn't mean to 'click.'
But click, I did, and oops I found,
A mind absorbing site.
That I got SO involved in...
I was at it all the night.<<Sigh>>
Nothings changed except my mouse,
It's now looks very shiny.
I guess my place will stay a mess...
While I sit here on my hiney.
:int: