Disorderly Order Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Disorderly order arranged upon my
desk in the corner of our family room.
Always ready to dismember whatever papers I need,
letting them be found immediately.

Appreciating the way everything lies beautifully
in an array of poetical settings in just my style.

Whenever my husband decides to rummage through my
desk, however, everything is put out of order and
I can no longer find anything in my style of
disorderly order.