The Sound of Excuses

WriteBeLight

No, not music to my ears,

You always have an excuse.

Of why you can’t clean your room.

There’s no reason you won’t choose.

 

Your room’s décor is disarray.

Knee deep in sports drink stash.

Smelly laundry, stinky sneakers,

Old take-out and more trash.

 

You always sleep until Noon.

Unbathed, disheveled hair.

What’s that smell from your room?

Emanating polluted air.

 

You need to go outside,

Be one of the ones among us,

Not turn into a mushroom,

Choosing a life of fungus.

 

The New Year’s now upon us.

You must change your daily regimen.

Otherwise, I’ll call Haz Mat.

Dispose of moldy specimens.

 

Again, you stand and argue.

The sound of your excuses.

Stock still and unmovable,

Like you hair filled with those mousses.

 

This time I put my foot down.

No, I’m not being so mean.

And, this is not an idle threat.

Grab this broom and start to clean!

  • Author: WriteBeLight (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 11th, 2017 06:42
  • Comment from author about the poem: For all those dealing with a child who will not clean their room.
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 67
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  • Daniel

    Very funny! One mans mess is another mans filing system haha! Nice work Brian!

    • WriteBeLight

      Thanks! I like that perspective! 🙂

    • Tony36

      Great write love it

      • WriteBeLight

        Thanks Tony! 🙂

        • Tony36

          Welcome

        • Christina8

          Well done poem! Mine sleeps till noon too and loves to leave laundry on the floor. Good to know I'm not alone! Wonderful write!

          • WriteBeLight

            Thanks so much for that. Yes you are not alone. And, just a heads up: my kids have returned home for brief stays and they revert to their old teenagedselves. So, some things will never change. 🙂

            • Christina8

              Thanks for the heads up! 🙂

            • P.H.Rose

              I love his poem WBL
              And I know exactly
              What you are going
              Through. My lad comes
              Home frequently and
              Is a right scruffy sod.
              My girls were alway
              Tidy but he was the
              Same as your lad..
              Must be a male thing

              • WriteBeLight

                Yes. Just a plain slob. And, the car is treated like a dumpster! I leave it alone and until the next time, I have at the mess. Somethings do just never change. 🙂

              • Michael Edwards

                I had a son like this (well I still have but he's got a family of his own now) - brilliant take on the situation.

                • WriteBeLight

                  I bet he has to be tidy now. Children seem to be more tidy for others 🙂 That is the case with mine, anyway.


                • willyweed

                  sweep away with this work.
                  clever and so very well crafter. ww

                  • WriteBeLight

                    Thanks WW! 🙂



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