I find it such a chore,
Just the thought of ironing,
Makes me want to snore.
I'd like my house real tidy,
But lack the inclination,
I really have to wonder,
If mine's the messiest in the nation.
On the rare occasion,
That I make the house pristine,
The husband and the kids come home,
And ruin my tidy dream!
And then I must start over,
It makes me want to cry,
I wish we got on better,
My hoover, mop and I!
When anyone wants to visit,
I need notice in advance,
If anyone saw our messy house,
Well...I just can't take the chance! :(
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