You might find a mouse.
You also might find boxes in various places.
Projects hastily strewn in one of our cleaning races.
There are toys on the floor, along with books and papers galore.
The dishes aren’t done, my bed is not tidy. I can’t find the toothpaste
I think it is hiding.
The counters are covered with dishes from last night.
If you came here you’d see the fruit flies are a fright.
My laundry is usually piled to the ceiling,
I know I can do it, but I just have this feeling:
That tomorrow I’ll have energy abound
But the kids clamor that I’m never around
So off we go to the basement to paint
They are here now but tomorrow they ain’t
Dad will be mad ’cause he likes the house clean
The things we have done can not be seen
So when you come over take my advice:
Tell me you love me and the house looks so nice.
(with apologies to Shel Silverstein)

