IMPOSSIBLE DAY
It was one of those days,
when you cannot catch up,
tho you peddle as fast as you can.
I put some clothes in the wash,
added soap, turned it on,
and I started to work as I ran.
I looked up and saw, that the fans
and the vents were growing
white beards on their edge.
Cobwebs hung here and there,
dust was thick everywhere,
how could I clean that high ledge?
I climbed up on the bed
and the next thing I know,
I was sailing back out into space.
Scraped my elbow a bit,
landed with a big thud,
and a real stupid look on my face.
I was not really hurt,
dignity suffered most,
I'm farther behind than before.
So, I rolled and I tugged,
looking like a beached whale,
as I tried to get up off the floor.
I had gone through a door,
landed flat on my back,
there was really not much room to move.
Though I am quite small,
the whole thing took a while,
but, I finally found the right groove.
And I said to myself
as I limped out of there,
"well, that really was not very smart."
"You could have hit your head,
or broken a bone and it
sure isn't good for your heart."
"The next time you clean,
just use your head,
don't climb and make better plans."
"There just has to be,
a much better way,
to clean both the vents and the fans."
© RUBY KETRON
2002 |
