In every household, there is a battle,
of that, I have never had 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 after each night I sweep the floor,
the very next morning I wake 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.
Like Poetry?
This one is a bit of humor, but for a full variety of poetry, check out the collection at In Verse.
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 😊