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Svo fékk ég líka lítið ljóð…

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 ‘cept my mouse
it’s very, very shiney
I guess my house will stay a mess…

While I sit here on my hiney.