Irving Kaufman, M.D.
Clutter - Poem by Irving Kaufman, M.D.
If you notice me scowl and mutter
It is because of this infernal clutter
There is an excessive pile of papers and letters
Here is one of messages, it does not get better.
There is so much exasperation
Matched only by my frustration
I had some in a special box
Some in the dryer Others under my sox.
Whenever the doorbell rings
The postman has a pile he brings.
Now he has that cheery hello
I would like to tell him where to go.
There is only one way to reduce the pile
It is with the judicious use of the circular file
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