Housework! Yuk! Who needs it! It seems it’s always there,

I just can’t get to do it, but I don’t really care.

It’s always staring at me, the fingerprints, the glare

upon those dirty windows, the dust upon the chair.

The furniture is dusty, we all could write our names,

but I’ll clean it tomorrow, today I’ll play some games.

The junk just sits in piles

on tabletops and floors,

Why doesn’t someone pick it up,

there’s clothing by the score.

The closet just sits empty,

‘cause nothings ever in it;

When asked to hang the clothes away,

I hear, “In just a minute.”

That minute never gets here,

the clothing still remains;

I wish I didn’t have a house,

‘cause cleaning it’s a pain.

I know I have a sofa. I just can’t seem to find it.

It’s always full of so much stuff,

there’s no place left to sit!

The kitchen’s always messy.

You cook and eat and then,

You clean it up and turn around

and start right in again.

The curtains are so dirty,

they’re standing by themselves,

I guess I better wash them

and put them on the shelf.

I know I bought some new ones;

I wonder where they are.

Don’t tell me that I left them inside our dirty car!

It’s bad enough on weekends

to try to do it all, but, then

someone said “We should try to

houseclean spring and fall.”

Good grief! They must be crazy

to think that we should be,

forever cleaning houses,

instead of being free.

I wish I had a magic wand,

the dirt would disappear.

This house would be so sparkling clean

I’d clean it

“Once a year!”

Shirley Binkley

Cedar View

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