Poems volume 2

There is mess everywhere – yes, everywhere. All over the floor.

On the worktop, the sofa; burned in my eyes for evermore.

Toys on the carpet and food on the chairs;

Clothing and books trailing all down the stairs.

I cleared it up yesterday and today again too;

I’ve got repetitive strain and severe deja vu.

And their rooms, don’t even go there. I’ll turn off the light.

It’s the Hallowe’en of groundhog days; a permanent fright.

So I’ll crawl through the day, just about hanging on,

Then I’ll clear up once more when bedtime has gone.

We can finally have dinner, a beer and some wine.

Then collapse into bed; it must be la…, oh, five past nine.