God Bless This Mess

My closets and garage overflowing with my stuff, I couldn't afford to rent a storage unit because of the cost, putting piles of our old clothes and shoes in various rooms, one day I wanted to sweep and couldn't even find the broom, In my kitchen had old coupons and recipes and used aluminum foil, several broken toasters, blenders, microwaves and hot air popcorn poppers, couldn't let go of the old bills from the 1970's either, they were stacked in the other room all the way to the ceiling, Having only a small passageway to make it to my overflowing bathroom, which was so packed with toiletry items I could hardly find the toilet, in the shower had to stand sideways because of all the shower chairs, thank God I was still pretty slim or showering could be a nightmare, Then one fateful day I called for my husband who I thought went to the store, rummaging my way to the front door I saw in the driveway his parked ford, then hearing a soft rustling noise and a very loud snore, found him under a pile of old undies from the 1970's curled up on the floor. Addendum: I know hoarding things is considered an illness; just wanted to write a poem about it with a humorous twist.