Hard Hearted Hannah and the Clutter Bug
A friend of mine best left behind
could not resist clutter
She’d cluck her tongue and pile up some
with each and every mutter!
I’d come for tea and heaven’s me
the kitchen table bore
Piles of papers, clips and pens
and envelopes galore!
Just lookie here, I’d say to her
“Where shall I put my cup?”
She’d move a pile of laundry
and then she’d laugh “What’s up?”
Tiring soon, I took pan and broom,
and box and bag and tidied
Well she was livid and truly pissed
at all the tidied.... I’d did!
You keep your junk I roared at her
but don’t call me to that table
Maybe next year I’ll return
that is unless you’re unable?
Please dear friend it’s best you see
to finish what you start!
Clean this HOUSE, fold those clothes
I’m done with this heart to heart!
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