Category: poetry challange
My house is filty
and I’m so tired
I close my eyes to the mess.
My floors are dirty
my palms are sweaty
Dust is leading the march.
I stare down my home
It quivers in fright
I shake my fist and yell
You’ll get clean if it takes all night!
My home is filty
and I’m so tired
I close my eyes to the mess
until next time….
(posted for Cloaked Monks March 19 Challenge: This is “National Clean Your Closet Week.”)







