In every household, there is a battle,
of that, there can never be any doubt,
between one who carries in the chattel
and one who carries all of it back out.
And in this fight, I am losing my mind
because night after night I sweep the floor,
yet every morning I wake up to find
a bunch of crap I’ve never seen before.
What brought the crap in isn’t always clear
and blaming one party is a real jump.
But to you, who makes it all disappear,
you deserve high praise today at the dump.
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Haha love this Matt, made me laugh. It’s a never ending battle with no end in sight I’m afraid! 🙈
Haha thanks Rae! Figured I needed to laugh about it after making five trips to the dump!
That’s what poetry is for, letting out your inner angst! I once wrote one about the kitchen island that will not stay clear of crap, made me feel much better 🤣
I’ll look for it!
It’s called Flat Surface, think it was a while ago now 😊