Cleaning
Poem
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.'
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.
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.'
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 it.
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....
A real absorbing site.
That I got SO way into it.
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.
Keep smilin (o:
4 comments:
Too funny...and how appropriate this weekend. I've picked up a bug on my home computer and unless I can fix it, I'll be getting off my butt and doing things.
Mary
I love it!!! Absolutely brilliant!!!
xxxx
Ha!! I wonder how many of us
(I'm betting 99%) can identify?
♥
Sue
I can certainly identify with that poem! Sheez, guess I'd better get off my fanny and get my kitchen cleaned!!
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