When the Kids Went With Dad

Chicken, potatoes, and cold pumpkin pies The food on the table is covered with flies White ones and red ones and black ones and blue Just look at that mountain of laundry to do Dishes and pot lids and pans that are green Oh, look at this pile of dishes to clean Here there is carpet but there there is none I wish that this pile of garbage was done Smudges on windows and dents in the doors Remains from the hundreds of food fights and wars Couches all tattered and furred by the cats A mound of cracked snow boots and sweaty old hats Dishes or laundry or piles of goo I have me a plan and I know what to do Toss 'em out windows or down the front stairs I know this is cheating but who really cares? Out goes the laundry and stashes of junk From Adam's green apron to gramma's old trunk There go the dishes all covered in mold Along with some food that is forty years old Off with that chair and "The Three Little Pigs" Things that are broken and "How to Grow Figs." Off with this junk that my kids left behind This statue of rocks and a petrified rind