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.

So nothing’s changed except my mouse.
It’s as shiny as the sun.
I guess my house will stay a mess…..
While I sit here on my bum.

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