Grounded

I encountered the Flylady site while browsing some other blogs. I was very, very impressed. Then, after I was finished being impressed, I realized how very, very not for me it was. Apologies to any Flylady adherents, I think it's a great thing. It just happened to inspire some very bad poetry.


Grounded

Two vacuums, a steam cleaner,
An iron and all’s well
I have all the equipment
Still I bitch and yell

Dust bunnies here
Dog hair there
Dirty clothes pile up
Six feet in the air

I’d sweep and I’d clean
And get it all done
I just need a plan
Even though it’s no fun

So I looked to the lady
She’s just so damned fly
She has all the answers
Thought I’d give her a try

And it’s tough to admit
Organization’s not my thing
And I abandoned before I started
Didn't give fly a fling

I survey my domain
Messy it may be
But at least I’m at peace
And not OCD