I do not want to clean my room
I cannot close the door;
There's so much junk piled here and there
I cannot see the floor.
i do not want to walk the dog
I rather play the computer all day long,
or sleep at home like a log
But i love my dogs so much to slack its all too wrong.
I do not want to sweep or mop
i only like to jam a lot
So i plan to mop and hop
and sing out loud with distraught.
I do not want to do house chores
I throw my tantrum everywhere
My father heard my sad implores
and said: 'stop blogging in despair
or i will give ...