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[aid] => mick
[title] => I am a man but, I can clean, if I have to, I guess ..... Amen
[time] => 2010-06-21 22:00:14
[hometext] => I apologize to the ladies even before you may want to read this....!
[bodytext] => I walk to the hall, bed made for the day I trip over things I should put away I limp down the steps, and I think oh boy The carpet need vacuumed, oh what a joy On to the bath room, I look in the sink I think to myself, has it been a week? The mirror is splashed, but what do I care It's still pretty clean, where I comb my hair In to the kitchen I turn on the light I think and I wonder, oh what a sight It wasn't this bad when I went to bed Some one snuck in, to mess with my head I swear it was cleaned, but when??? I confess again I do think, where comes from this mess so I get out the vacuum the soap and scrub brush I'll put on some music , I think, what's the rush I pick up the carpets and slide out the door I shake and I shake them , then shake them once more Back to the kitchen, what do I do next go to the computer .......a few lines of text Now to the vacuum, on the floor let it glide, time for a break,......... I go sit outside I look for the bucket it's no where in sight think, .where did i use it ... I know it's outside I go to the shrub bed, I think might be there not what I wanted...... but, I really don't care. I pull a few weeds....... I step on a rake feel the lump on my head... time again for a break I go to the pantry, think, Why am I here?? My mind has been slipping, I go into fear Back to the computer I write a few lines Think, that ought to do it, I still got a mind I go for the cleaner and hunt for the mop This beautiful day has turned to a flop Two hours later and I am still here where did the time go, I really don't care The floor finally dry the carpets are down five hours elapsed, from bed room til now What can I do now , I ponder and think I go to the bath, clean the mirror and sink From the smell of ammonia, I gather new power I finish the sink and jump to the shower This odor got to me, legs feel like two snakes I think what's the hurry, I'll just take a break, Again I am thinking, sittin here on my butt this work is for women, but, I'll keep my mouth shut. unknownlegend, PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 3 poems for each one you submit. As of this post, you have posted 60 poems and have only 46 comments. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 246 [topic] => 74 [informant] => unknownlegend [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => surreal )
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