Bless This Mess!

Stepping through the front door,

You walk down through the hall.

Mixed up pairs of odd shoes,

Are scattered upon the floor

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Coats draped across the bannisters,

Clean clothes folded on the stairs.

Waiting to be taken up,

With socks which need their pairs.

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The living rooms no better,

You’d think it been hit by a bomb!

Nowhere at all to sit down on,

Where did all this stuff come from?

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Paperwork needs sorting through,

Recycled or filed away.

Look at all those bank statements!

Save those for another day!

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The cupboards full of clutter,

Just dumped in anywhere.

Can’t get inside to find things,

Wonder what lurks in there?

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The baskets full of washing,

The clothes in there are mine.

Waiting for a sunny day,

To hang out on the line.

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The kitchen's not much better,

Pot's and pan's are on the hob.

The problem is the washing up,

Seems a never ending job!

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The bed may not be made,

But the sheets are always fresh.

Clean clothes may sit on top of them,

Ready for when I get dressed.

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The bathroom may not be tidy,

But notice the shiny chrome.

This house is always gleaming,

It’s just my messy home sweet home!