Cleaning Poem I asked the Lord to tell me Why my house is such a mess He asked if I’d been ‘computering’, And I had to answer ‘yes.’ He told me to get off my butt, And tidy up the house. And so I started cleaning up… The smudges off my mouse. I wiped and shined the topside. That really did the trick… I was just admiring my good work. I didn’t mean to ‘click.’ But click, I did, and oops – I found A real absorbing site That I got SO way into it – I was into it all night. So nothing’s changed except my mouse. It’s as shiny as the sun. I guess my house will stay a mess….. While I sit here on my bum.