Does it really matter that the house is a mess
The dishes are unwashed and the bed is undone
If no guests are due today who must we impress
I yearn to have things the way I wish
With no more clutter or things left astray
I see my house as if a bowl and I were but a fish
You relish the notion of drop and run
Where things are left when finished or not
And your attention is geared to fun
I try to be good and carry a blind eye
But when I need to jump hurdles inside
The lack of such cleanliness makes we want to cry
So I beseech you my companion and lover too
Please remember to pick up after yourself
Unless there is someone else you’d prefer to live with you
