I asked my sons to clean the house,
But all I got were frowns and grouse.
When I handed them a list of chores,
They ran to their rooms and closed the doors.
After much wheedling, they eventually conceded
That cleaning the house was truly needed.
The list of chores was divided, fair as can be,
Unfortunately, they missed pages two and three.
The dustpan disappeared, along with the broom
But there’s still plenty of dust in every room.
The vacuum is broken beyond repair
The parts all left to clutter the stairs.
The windows are clean, but you can’t see through
Because of streaks that cloud the view.
They mopped the kitchen, all the way to the door
Now you can slide clear across the floor.
The toilet is clean, though the “how” is unknown
Cause the toilet brush is as dry as a bone.
The dishwasher’s running, but there’s plates in the sink
Makes me wonder what’s causing the stink.
The pets disappeared, frightened away
When the boys got carried away with the air spray.
I learned my lesson and made a resolve;
Next time, I’ll be sure the kids aren’t involved.
Copyright Renée Vajko-Srch/August 2017