Cleaning Poem

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 fanny 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.'

But click, I did, and oops I found A real absorbing site

That I got SO way into... I was into it all night.

{sigh} 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.