I knew a bloke who was pristine
The desk in his office was so very clean
And everything there had its place
Measured and squared in a state of grace
And what we used to do to mess around
Is place things out of order or on the ground
So when he returned he'd have to take his ruler out
Measuring and de-cluttering things without a doubt.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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I enjoyed reading this poem. When there is discipline in life, everything becomes so smooth and effortless. Thanks. I quote: And everything there had its place Measured and squared in a state of grace.