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
........
duh








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
2006-10-17


Saga
Give it TLC and all things will come into place!!!
2006-10-13


keith nunes
it'll wait - just for you!
2006-10-13


Rob Graber
Pretty funny, PJ!
2006-10-12


Kathy Lockhart
Funny, Funny Phyllis, I think we're kin. I recognize this situation all too well.
Where's Paul?
2006-10-12