PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

My mind knows that I should be cleaning.

My house is a terrible mess.

But the bird in my window keeps singing,

And I know somewhere near there's a nest!

There's dust on the table and counter.

And dishes are piled in the sink.

But, Lord, when the sun shines so clearly,

It's hard just to make m'self think.

The beds were all made bright and early,

But the floors still need to be swept.

If that bird doesn't hush with its chirping,

I'll soon be completely inept!

The song floats on through to the front room

Where the sunbeams are dancing about.

I can't take anymore!  I can't stand it!

Lord, forgive me, but I'm going out!