(procrastinating at Christmas)

The house is needing cleaned

but my motivations low.

I’m seeing piles of laundry

I’ve been lazy and it shows.

The hoovers sitting waiting

to be used on every floor,

the dust is piling too

I can put it off no more.

But I don’t want to clean today

or change my stupid bed.

Who cares the bathrooms dirty

I want to bake instead.

I’ve got bulbs I want to plant

and gifts I want to wrap.

I’d rather read a book

than tidy all this crap.

‘Clean me’, says the toilet

‘Wash me’ shouts the dish

‘Get rid of clutter’ screams the house.

A cleaner – that’s my wish.

But this is not a fairy tale,

no genie in a bottle.

So I’ll make my list of jobs

and do them at full throttle.

I’ll dash around the bathroom

and clean whatevers there.

I’ll straighten out my bedroom,

I’ll even brush my hair.

The dirt won’t stand a chance,

not one germ will survive.

The dust will all be gone

when I get my cleaning drive.

The house will start to sparkle,

the aroma will be pleasant,

all the piles will be gone.

A clean house is my present.

I tell myself I’ll start it soon,

I’ll put it off no more.

Once I’ve finished reading

and baked a little more!