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I was one of the first FlyLady subscribers, and I think I was the first to write a FlyLady poem; at least one of the first very few. Two babies later, I am not exactly on the wagon, but perhaps revisiting my Flypast will get me going again. This ditty is to the tune of We Three Kings.
We the SHEs of FlyLady are:
Clutter drifts, and piles form afar!
Laundry mountain, stains past counting,
Doors and drawers all ajar.
Oh, slob of weeks and slob of years,
Slob through joys and slob through tears.
Shoes, routines of morn and evening:
Clean and happy home draws near.
Lists and zones all bless my home
Flings of things and “Nobody moan!”
Keep reminders in your binders
SHEs are no more alone
Oh, slob of weeks and slob of years,
Slob through joys and slob through tears.
Shoes, routines of morn and evening:
Clean and happy home draws near.
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{Copyright (c) 2005 C. Paden. All rights reserved.}
Posted in Light Verse
(with apologies to Edgar Allen Poe)
Feel the scorching of the heat -
Desert heat!
What a world of misery the mercury does mete!
As it rises, rises, rises
Daylight hours we all shun!
Skin exposed soon ionizes
And reports of our demises
Are no great exaggeration!
For it ages, ages, ages
Us in quick-succeeding stages
As it fricassees and flays us from our brains down to our feet!
It's the heat, heat, heat, heat
Heat, heat, heat -
It's the searing, soaring, slashing summer heat!
{Copyright (c) 2005 C. Paden. All rights reserved.}
Posted in Light Verse
On Shakespeare:
My poor, foolish heart is left achin':
For my faith in Shakespeare has been shaken.
He plagiarized,
So I am apprised -
Or maybe he was Roger Bacon.
On Cyrano de Bergerac:
A sad tale is poor Cyrano's:
Though deep in passion's love throes
He told Roxanne not
That he loved her a lot;
Another fellow won her by a nose.
On Oedipus Rex:
The good and just Oedipus Rex
Unfortunately lived under a hex.
He married his mother
And fathered his brother -
No wonder they call him complex!
{Copyright (c) 2005 C. Paden. All rights reserved.}
Posted in Light Verse
(to the tune of "Battle Hymn of the Republic/Glory Glory Hallelujah")
He leaves the seat and lid up,
Caring not who might fall in;
As his wife did once at midnight
And got stuck up to her chin,
Accidentally hit the flusher
And went for a little spin!
The lid goes up and down!
Honey, Honey, put the lid down!
If you don't the kids may soon drown!
When stuff falls in I have to fish 'round!
The lid goes up and down!
To close both toilet seat and lid:
A very worthy goal!
The toddler likes to flush things;
Dog and cat drink from the bowl.
And when you think about it,
It's a most unsightly hole!
The lid goes up and down!
Honey, Honey, put the lid down!
Or you'll wear a porcelain crown!
Then I'd grin instead of just frown!
The lid goes up and down!
He says, "I have to put it up;
Why shouldn't you work too?"
I say, "Let's all close everything
And hide the wat'ry view!"
Same work for all, looks nicer,
And more sanitary, too!
The lid goes up and down!
Honey, Honey, put the lid down!
You'll become a man of great renown!
I'll wear perfume and a French maid gown,
If you'll just learn to put the lid down!
{Copyright (c) 2005 C. Paden. All rights reserved.}
