So many words, so little time

Clean Up My Act

I must dust
I need to clean
My house is like a grime scene
My laundry's piled
Upon the floor
So high it needs its own door
The dishes wait
Around the sink
I need not ask, what is that stink?
The bathroom's sick
I think it errupted
All the ceramic is totally corrupted
Yet here I sit
trying to rhyme a word
As if it were dropped by the clue bird

Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-10-12 at 23:13

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Jessica Rexroat
just say the word and dad would sure do a job on the place, although you may end up missing some things you needed but he thought you didn't

Give it TLC and all things will come into place!!!

keith nunes
it'll wait - just for you!

Rob Graber
Pretty funny, PJ!

Kathy Lockhart
Funny, Funny Phyllis, I think we're kin. I recognize this situation all too well.
Where's Paul?