Thursday Thirteen #32 ~ Housework, Quoth the Mama, Nevermore

Thirteen Issues we Have with Chores

Once, upon a work day dreary, while I plundered, sick and weary
While I gagged, nearly puking, suddenly I heard rebuking
As of teens at the point of nuking, the siblings they adore
Not again, I resignedly muttered, they are fighting once more

Housework, Quoth the Mama, Nevermore

1.... There is the dryer lint farm they are tending in the basement ever lending a chance for a fire, so triumphant!
Then it would be house, nevermore.

2.... Dust bunnies are holding the Polly Pockets hostage, in the fort they have constructed, in a campaign quite conductive, with scavenged K-nex and Legos galore!

3.... Their precious XBox 360 met the red ring of death, panic ensued. The toilets seem to perpetually have toxic smells quite crude, and a yellow ring of grossness that their cleaning always does elude.
No video games a tragedy, bathrooms can cause war.

4.... The sock army maneuvers upon its own stench strength, and yet the sock monster manges to keep them at arms length.
Sock shopping I abhor.

5.... The laundry pile rivals Mt. Everest, and yet my patience they daily test.
Calgon take me away, forevermore!

6.... Diabolical dishes that hide themselves away the claim, and the dishwasher they have horrible aim.
More dishes seem to disappear out the door.

7.... The vacuum plays a game of chicken, while I catch them kickin' the dirt around the floor.

8.... Most homes have simple clutter zones, we have strategically placed clutter-free zones between disaster zones.
I fear the government will come knocking at the door.

9.... The concept of if you take it out, makes them want to pout, when I say I simply expect them to put it away.
How can that be such a chore?

10.... Somewhere I have heard, a suspicious word, that I own a dining room table. I think it was last seen in the year 2004.

11.... They have a vocabulary most astounding, using words that to their peers are quite confounding, but define garbage can, seems a royal bore. Finding it even more.

12.... See the hamper, it is not a happy camper, for empty is its generally state. Together the hamper and I scream and holler, fill it up, we implore!

13.... Finally, it that is ever an option, is the havens they call bedrooms, and I call disaster zones three and four. Need I say anymore?

Yes, the children how I love them, oft forget the simple things
Like the list upon the refrigerator door, that assigns their daily chore
How they dawdle, how they procrastinate, how they connive, and debate
I start with a please, beg them not to argue, before I must start to implore
There will be no playing, if you don't start obeying, and do your darn chore

Housework, Quoth the Mama, Nevermore

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