Friday, June 27, 2008

A bit of summer fun....

Dust on the furniture
Dirt on the floor
Clothes in the hamper
Need I say more?

Don't know why this verse popped into my head. Well, not all at once. I was making the bed and noticed a layer of dust on the dresser.
Aww - who wants to vacuum and dust in when the flowers are calling out to be watered; warm summer breezes are dancing in the leaves, whispering to come and play.

The last thing I want to do is be cooped up in the house. Passed the clothes hamper on my way outside to weed in the garden.
Geeze - can't clothes learn to wash and dry themselves?

Then the rest of this silly poem popped into my head and I thought I'd share it with you.
If anybody can add a verse or a line or two - please, be my guest!
Who knows what happens when we plant a seed together......


Cheryl said...

I look from the window,
The sun is so bright,
I'll leave all the housework,
I'll do it tonight!!

A poet I am definately not.....but that was fun, and it just popped into my head.

Anonymous said...

Bills that I haven't paid,
Forms that are still mislaid,
Lists that are still not made,
Need I say more?
Papers I need to throw,
Places that I should go,
Things I still need to know,
Yeah, there's still more:
Errands that still aren't run,
Choices I've left undone.
Sloughing off's still more fun,
More fun, yes, more.


Wendy said...

Yippeee - this is fun!
Hi Cheryl, a poet I am certainly not either. But I do like yours. Could we change the last line to: For a fortnight? We don't use the term fortnight, but I know you in the U.K. do. So, we'll just leave all our housework for a fortnight. LOL!

Wendy said...

Anne - you are amazing! Keep it coming!

Wendy said...

Dear Cheryl,
On re-reading my comment, I hope you were not offended. My intention of this is to have fun. Change words, lines, each other's poems - and see what happens.
I didn't mean you poem was not good. I read your last line and thought "fat chance" of doing housework at night, so I then thought of something else.
You or anyone can change my poem too.
I thought of changing "dirt on the floor" to "crumbs on the floor" so it doesn't sound too bad, but then just left it to see if anyone would change that.
Keeping it all lighthearted.....

Rose said...

Flowers are blooming
Birds singing away
Forget the house
Come out and play!

This was a fun post, Wendy! I like the other entries better than mine, but it was fun to play along.
My house these days is getting "a lick and a promise," as the old saying goes. I'd rather enjoy the garden while it lasts.

30 years from Darling said...

Children's voices down the street,
Sprinklers running to wet their feet.
Precious laughter calling me out,
Dusty baseboards will wait, no doubt.

Ice cream truck, the music box plays,
I'll greet the children,this time, I'll pay!
The housework seems to be getting uptight,
I give it a look "Your turn in a fortnight!"

(when I was young, I had a nieghbor who would come out whenever the ice cream truck came by. In my mind, she was 'OLD'. Now I realize she was all of maybe 55? her children were grown and gone, but no grandchildren as of yet. She'd babysat each and every one of us. She said we kept her young.

As an aging adult ... I hope to maintain her spirit. )

LK said...

I love it!!!

Cheryl said...

Dear Wendy....Of course I am not offended,,,it is fun.
It's a wonderful post and a good exercise to keep the brain turning over.....

Bear Naked said...

You are all so clever.
I KNOW I can't hold a candle to all this talent.

Dust bunnies,Dust bunnies
Where did you go
I've looked everywhere
Up Down, High and Low
Now Dust Rabbits appear
Where you were on the floors
But I don't care
'Cause it's summer Hare.

Rose said...

Wendy, just came back to check the comments--there are some very clever poets here. You've started something!

Q said...

Dear Wendy,
Here are my thoughts....

Dust on the furniture
Dirt on the floor
Clothes in the hamper
Need I say more?

I am in the garden
dancing with bees.
I am in the garden
talking with trees.

Scrubbing and sweeping
can wait until frost.
It is butterfly time
Time to be lost.

This was very, very fun...
Thank you.

Wendy said...

Hi Rose - I like your poem. I also cherish these golden days of summer. A lick and a promise is what I do too!

Hey 30-years-from-darling - that was quite a poem. See how everybody has their own rhythm? Ah yes, fond childhood memories. I am sure you will be young in spirit when you are "old" LOL!

Hi LK - come on - you need a turn!

Hi Cheryl - thanks for the reassurance. Sometimes I'm too sensitive.

BearNaked - that was wonderful! And funny - you really made me laugh. Heavens - it's not a contest - just something a little different!

Hi Rose - thanks again - you can submit another poem, you know!

Wendy said...

Hi Sherry,
Thank you for continuing my original poem. That's what I was aiming for - but absolutely love others' rhythms. Almost like a finger print, how everybody adds their special interpretation, rhythm and rhyme. Yours sounds very poetical. Thanks. Maybe somebody could pick up and continue Sherry's poem?

naturewitch said...

Dust on the furniture
Dirt on the floor
Clothes in the hamper
Need I say more?

I am in the garden
dancing with bees.
I am in the garden
talking with trees.

Scrubbing and sweeping
can wait until frost.
It is butterfly time
Time to be lost.

But now the frost is here
With a happy little cheer
Time to go a-quilting
Maybe cleaning in the Spring?

Let's face it - not many of us enjoy housework, even though others around us might think it's our favourite past-time. At the end of the day - do you want a clean house (well, yes that would be nice) or do you want to have fun and do other, more important things?

Great post, Wendy. Really enjoyed it. xx

menopausaloldbag (MOB) said...

The sun is beckoning
It's a beautiful day
No more housework for me
I'm off out to play

Hi, great idea startig up a ditty then havig others add to it!

Found my way from femail Doc's page. Glad I came, thoughtful writing.

Wendy said...

Hi Nature witch and MOB - oh, I love your poems - aren't we all creative? Isn't this fun?
Maybe we could all co-write a book? Is this how Chicken-Soup-for the Soul got started????? It's an anthology, as many of you know - so everybody had a hand in contributing stories to make it a very successful series.