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.



3 comments:
Guilty!
Who wants to clean when I can visit with old friends! And besides, if I'm always on the computer than I'm not the one messing up the house!
I love this poem! haha! It's perfect! Computers/blogging is so much fun, and yet so very addicting!
That is such a great poem! It is totally me. I am constantly complaining about my house being a mess, but here I am on the computer AGAIN!
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