JUNK…
On my computer table is junk,
On any flat surface is junk,
My shelves also filled with junk,
My files are all just as well so much junk,
Bet you might think that this is all so much bunk…?
Junk is my life,
Junk brings strife,
Can’t clean it for I don’t want to lose it,
Can’t keep it for I have no more room to use for it…
What to do with all this junk,
Papers and books and clothing and toys,
Hair on the floor, hair on my head,
Junk in my shed, junk on my bed…
I have accumulated more junk since living in this trailer,
I feel like for all of it an underpaid jailer,
For all the junk I could use a semi-trailer,
Glad I am not a tailor, for I would then have more junk,
I should move onto a boat and accumulate it there,
But then instead of a jailer I could be a sailor of a junk...
JUNK…
© ed 4/29/05
M.Rose
This is just the computer corner...the rest well thats toooooooo much to pen down...one word...chaos...not by my laziness...but kids and dogs and cats....and a husband to push it overboard...lol!!
Madhouse in the calmest way I can explain it!!
SHIT!!!
Tome to strike a match or ten....but springcleaning.....nope to early in the morning for that!!!!
love Tinka
-A.