It's time for spring cleaning,
And I am sure leaning
Toward getting a broom
To sweep every room!
When I'm not looking,
Or maybe am cooking,
"Stuff" just "sneaks in".
I can't seem to win!
Where does it come from?
It's really quite humdrum
To watch it collect.
To "stuff" I object!!!
As the piles get higher
The need gets more dire.
It's time for a yard sale
On not just a small scale.
As my needs change
I should "re-arrange"
And give "stuff" away...
To prevent disarray!
© 2009 Arlene Schwartzkopf