Saturday, December 26, 2009

A Christmas Poem

Twas the morning after Christmas,
And all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse.

I arose with a groan,
Thinking about the mess,
I'd better get up, I said with a moan.

Every surface covered in gifts,
The piles are so tall,
They look like drifts.

My house is full of people,
And as for the trash,
It's as big as a steeple!

I made way too many pies,
I'm sure they're going straight to my thighs.

It was a wondrous day,
Spending time with our families,
But today I need to give the house a  cleaning,
In a very big way!

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