My Cleaning Poem

I asked the Lord to tell me
Why my house is such a mess
And why I never have a nice dress
He asked if I have been 'computering'
And I have to answer 'yes'
He said that why you are in a mess
That's why you have no time to dress
He told me to get rid of my 'mouse'
And tidy up my house
So I started cleaning
Cos the first task on my 'mouse'
The smudges off my 'mouse'
I wiped and shinned the topside
That really did the trick....
I was just admiring my good work
But I didn't mean to 'click'
But click I did and oouch.....
I found new site and friends..
And what a real absorbing site
That I got so indulged into it....
I was into the site all night...

So nothing changed except my 'mouse'
It's as shinny as the sun
And comes the morning sun...
I guess my house will always stay as a mess
And so will never get properly dress
While only sitting here on my bum