Why when I've got time in hand,
Can I never find 'owt to do?
Yet when I'm rushing here to there,
It jumps up and screams at you!
Drips on cupboards, dirty hand marks,
Not seen when there's no rush,
When people arrive just to visit,
The dirt stands up, makes me blush!
Running about to get out the door,
The untidiness seems so immense,
Pulling on trousers whilst dusting a shelf,
My laziness makes me so tense!
Arriving back home after stressing all day,
The bomb site isn't that bad!
I wonder if this happens to others,
Or am I just going completely mad!
Written by Renetta Fake in the days when she had 5 children to chase around after :-)