Seven For Chaos and Order - Life
The milk boiled over the hob is a mess
Table covered in cereals, kids couldn’t care less
They leave dishes for others to sort out as norm
Leaving for school it’s like the eye of a storm
Kitchen is now sorted the dishwasher is on
Coffee in hand, I am relaxing, talking on phone,
Peace reigns sublime, this time is my own
penned 29/01/2017
pure imagination not true
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