cleaning poem
The 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 butt
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 good 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…
While I sit here on my hiney.
Thank you for being my e-mail buddies and friends!
Glad we can keep in touch!
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Hahahahahah thanks laff….oh what’s that….a speck of dust on my keyboard (running to get the cleaner…totally disregarding the three inches od dust on top of the SKY box )…….it’s a pleasure to be your email buddy….xxxxxxx M
hahahaha laff, so glad you clicked lol xxxx
delightful
glad you clicked too laff ..xxxxx mac
Love it laff xoxox
thank you one and all x