The Crowded GF House
At the Crowded GF House, it’s everywhere
Boxes, bags, dirt and dog hair
Grime in the bathroom, grime in the sink
Coackroach on the floor, the room’s a-stink
At the Crowded GF house, it’s a total nightmare
Never pulls her weight, doesn’t really care
About the constant untidiness, the constant mess
Selfish and lazy as she always confess
Given up persuading to sort herself out
As I’m always accused of moaning, leaving self doubt
That I cannot live any more at the Crowded GF House
Which includes many a guinea pig, dog, rabbit and mouse
Caring more for her pets in her hoarders paradise
As I squeeze past doors, tripping over thrice
Rubbish, faeces and her clothes on the floor
Sink full of dirty dishes and yet there is still more
Mind where you walk in that tip of a garden
There's dog shit everywhere so mind your feet
Really an so sorry, and I do beg your pardon
But to clean up her mess is a constant feat
In the utterly Crowded GF House.
(2019)
About the Creator
James Christie
I love writing! Especially autobiogs. Because life for most people isn't a bed of roses so I tell it exactly how it is, brutal, warts an'all.
I am also re-enactor, railway historian, photographer...and ex punk
HATES: Ignorance and rudeness
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This is Ace...........!!!...........Blessings..........