It's the wee hours of the morning
And I'm sitting here all bug-eyed
Not wanting to leave my computer
So my brain is just about fried
There's a load of clothes in the dryer
That should be hung and put away
But, I'm listening to Forensic Files
And there are bills I need to pay
I started gathering up the garbage
'Cause tomorrow it goes to the curb
Then I tried to find out why the DVR
Only recorded a short, little blurb
Along about then, I got hungry
But I had to check my glucose first
I got sidetracked and read my email
Before long, I was really immersed
I decided to work on some mending
That I'd started one day last week
But I ended up cleaning out files instead
And worked up a whole blue streak
Finally, my stomach started growling
And my sugar still hadn't been checked
While I was fixing a sandwich, I saw
The poor kitchen was fraught with neglect
The tablecloth boasted a coffee stain
And the cupboards sure needed cleaning
Looking around at the disarray
My ambition quickly lost its meaning
There were TVs on in three different rooms
And I still hadn't taken my shower
I decided to watch Law & Order first
Then take my bath in about an hour
I had my washcloth and towel all ready
When a Frasier rerun came on
So I put off my shower a little while longer
By one o'clock, I had started to yawn
When I was clean all under and smelling good
I thought I'd finish that Scrabble game I started
And swig down a can of Diet Dr. Pepper
So, back to my computer I darted
Guess I'd better give in and get some shut-eye
'Cause tomorrow, I have errands in town
But I feel like I get more accomplished
When I'm at home just fuddlin' around
Kathleen McCoy EldridgeŠ
March 13, 2007
All Rights Reserved
Title Suggested by Rocky McCoy
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