Drawers I Have Known
The thing about drawers,
they hide clutter.
If company's coming,
do a bit of “stuff it” cleaning;
throw stuff in a drawer, and close it.
Neatness counts.
The problem evolves -
how to remember - what went where.
“Where’s the thermometer?”
“I don’t know.
It should be in the linen closet.”
“Well, it isn’t!”
“Try drawer number seven.”
“That’s the first place I looked.”
Drawer number seven
is the ‘catch-all’ drawer.
Of all the drawers I have known,
drawer number seven
is the most fascinating.
If you go rummaging,
you never know what you’ll find.
Rosemary Clooney’s song,
“Come Ona My House” expresses
her desire to give you everything.
If you come to our house,
we might match her desire
but I’m not sure we’d know
where to find stuff.
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