Queens Surround Messy King
The piles of pills and magazines
Amid Kleenex boxes and paraffin’s.
Bring a crazy look to the house of the queens.
Queen of clutter retaining her piles
Queen of hoarding tries on different smiles
Queen of procrastination putting on miles.
Let’s clean this place up suggests the king.
He is truly the worst messer most have seen.
But hey none of them really like to clean.
So they got out books with maids inside.
Could they live with a stranger to abide?
None thought they could so they continued to hide.
Under bushel baskets of junk galore.
Slender paths unseen when you came in the door.
They lived in their squalor fifty years or more.
Messy queen of clutter was the first to go.
She left after Queen of Hoarding called her a ‘ho’.
Queen of procrastination out the door next.
King standing alone in clutter, truly perplexed.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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