CLEANING POEM

This was in my mail box this morning and I thought it awfully cute.

How Larry knew my house condition just makes him quite astute.

I mean so well and try like hell to keep a spotless house

Then I succumb to the beady eyed monster, my ever loving mouse.

THE CLEANING POEM

I asked the Lord to tell me Why my house is
such a mess. He asked if I'd been 'computering', And I had to answer
'yes.'

He told me to get off my fanny And tidy up the house. And so I started cleaning up... The smudges off my mouse

I wiped and shined the topside. That really did the trick.... I was just admiring my work...I didn't mean to 'click.'

But click, I did, and oops I found A real absorbing site. That I got SO way into. I was into it all night.

Nothing's changed except my mouse It's very, very shiny.I guess my house will stay a mess...While I sit here on my hiney!!

Hum, my mouse really does need cleaning. Have to get a black one next time.