Comb. Wash. Dress. Wipe everything clean
Sink, taps, toilet. Hands, again. Face
My glasses; the computer screen
The plates, each neat, back in its place
Every time I make a good move
To clear the desk, or clean the floor
I find a lost glove, pen, coin, shoe
I'm rewarded! Keen to do more!
A good night's sleep - a re-born saint
Sweep the floor. Find needles! Pens. Pins
Sort coloured crayons, brush by paint.
Work makes up for yesterday's sins!
I exercise wrists, feet, neck, knees.
I'll file, or chuck out now-paid bills.
I label all important keys.
Throw, or return, outdated pills
I'll sort the rubbish, empty bins
I'll dress matched, so I look my best
When each room's done, the next begins.
I secretly sort others' mess!
List on fridge doors, which I can't lose
Leftovers make a quick dinner
Do up buttons, fold, pair odd shoes
Frame awards, show I'm a winner
I wonder what stopped me so long?
New system? No. Always knew it
Others must be stuck, tired, gone wrong
I'll inspire, show all can do it!
-ends-
I'm torn between ending, I'll tell the world, which amusingly reveals the smug, self-satisfied author, instructing others, and let's tell the world, which is inclusive and makes the reader and writer a team.
For editors, executors, feel free to read, remember, or print either version or both.
I changed the last couplet from There must be others tired, gone wrong, I'll show the world how they can do it.
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