Cleaning Poem

My mother-in-law sent me the following poem, and it made me wonder if she somehow knows what goes on in my house on a daily basis.



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 it.
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.