silly housework poem (warning - contains the word bugger;)
I’ve lived here now three years and more
Bugger
Don’t look as good as it did before
Bugger
The skirting board has all gone fuzzy
Bugger
The colour’s dulled, the corners muzzy
Bugger
I’ve filled the place with loads of stuff
Bugger
Heaven knows I’ve got enough
Bugger
They say that after several years
Bugger
The dust bunnies get bigger ears
Bugger
So after three years – here I go!
Bugger
Get out the hoover NO NONO!
Bugger
The biggest torture of my life
Bugger
I’ve got the house though I’m no wife
Bugger
The dust and fluff will have to go
Bugger
No time for poems – here I go
Bugger
….. on second thoughts – SOD IT!
I can live with the dust
Can’t live without poems though!
Double BUGGER!!!!!!
Yvonne Brunton
Wed 25th Apr 2012 15:59
Just how it should be. Throw the housework book in the bin, p-p-pick up a pencil and provide us with more poems like this! You have brightened my day, cheered my flagging spirit and consoled my angst that I may be the only lass who is allergic to housework.
Hurrah for the rebels!! XX