Spring House Cleaning
I'm making a list
It seems there are a thousand stretches and corners
Too many by far to clean all at one stretch
Umpteen thousand stretches and corners
Haven't done a thing since last spring
I stretch and yawn just thinking about all those stretches and corners
I'm thinking.....
Just one corner each day one stretch
Till the whole damn house is done
This plan seems sensible
Manageable
Yes that's the word
Manageable BUT!
At my age just a look at the long list I'm making out wears me out
At one a day it will take me
Umpteen thousand days
?
Awwww hell!
What's the use?
I won't live that long anyway
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2009
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