When the Good Lord
In his wisdom, Hark!
Said, “Separate
The light from dark
He clearly didn’t
See that time
Would be a scarce
Resource to find
I throw my clothes-wash
In by person
Lest my crazed
Schedule worsen
If I put in dark
And later light
Lord knows, I’d be
Doing wash all night
Now let’s take a
look at dishes
Yes! I want to
Save the fishes
But the dishwasher
need to run,
Each night, or mornings
won’t be fun
There will be no
Little spoons, I trust
And everyone
Will miss the bus
And who is it
Who said that
If we bought
A tabby cat
They would surely
Clean the litter
A chore which leaves me
Slightly bitter
Babies while they
Make a mess,
Their culinary
Interests
Are simple, older
Kids, not so,
They complicate things
As they grow
Til no meal happens
By the book
Less dinner, more
Short order cook.
One says too sweet
One says no crust
One spits it out
With disgust
And if you find a way to wrangle
Your whole brood to the table
One eats fast the other slow
“How was your day” met
With “I don’t know”
Lordy what’s a mom to do
With such a cantankerous crew?
But I digress,
Our topic here
Is what to do with soccer gear
And piles of cleats
And sticks lacrosse
And other sporty stuff to toss
But instead I make a bin
And then I put it in
So take a cue
From my girl Eve
If you feel a sudden
Pull to leave
You’re not at all the only one
Chores are simply not that fun.
