Cool Looking Houses......WOW!!!

Cleaning Poem

I asked the Lord to tell me
Why my house is such a mess.
He asked if I'd been 'putering',
And I had to answer "yes."

He told me to get off my fanny
And tidy up the house.
And so I started cleaning up...
The smudges off my mouse.

I wiped and shined the topside.
That really did the trick...
I was just admiring my work...
I didn't mean to 'click.'

But click, I did, and oops I found
A real absorbing site
That I got SO way into...
I was into it all night.<>

Nothing's changed except my mouse
It's very, very shiny.
I guess my house will stay a mess...
While I sit here on my hiney .

Poetry Time

When I Am Finally Old

When I grow old, my hair, of course,
Will long ago have fled.
So I will need a curly wig;
I think I’ll opt for red.

My eyes have read their last good joke;
In fact, they may be glass.
For them I’ll choose the color green
To remember summer grass.

My teeth will sleep in a cup of water,
And there they will stay all night.
In morn I will press them into place;
At least they will be white.

All joints-the elbow, knee, and ankle-
Will be held together by screws.
The hips will be completely plastic.
I’ll wear corrective shoes.

A skillful doctor with careful scalpel
Will pare off front and big behind.
Everything will be lifted or shifted.
To all these changes, I’m resigned.

There will be so little left that’s me,
I’ll have to change my name.
I think I’ll become “Bionica.”
I’d advise you all to do the same.