Poem

A Meck of a Hess

My house is truly a mess
It is not something I wish to confess

Clutter, clutter everywhere
Why there is even clutter in my hair

Everything is in such disarray
I get down on my knees and cry mayday, mayday

You know you seriously need to organize
When you remove the couch cushions and find uneaten pies

This terrible mess I so despise
And soon hope to see sunnier skies

I enlisted the help of some friends
And their thoughts and hands they did lend

One began to utter
That all the clutter
Made the house seem a gutter

The other began to sob
And commented I was such a slob
But he would help with the job

We had the place looking spiffy
In quite a jiffy

With things back in order
I feel less like a hoarder

Now my window lets in light
Since my junk was previously well above that height

Finally I truly can say
I now have brighter days

authored by Lon Britton


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