I know I need to buy some socks
A mundane thing, oh and cut my locks.
I need to make the unmade bed,
Make a list, clear my head.
The sink it will soon overflow,
So wash the dishes, but I forgo.
Clean the windows, scrub the floor,
Take the rubbish out the door.
Fix the fence, mow the lawn,
Broken branches need be sawn.
Polish shoes, wash my clothes,
Find a hanky for my nose.
I know the flat it looks a mess,
I wish I cared I must confess.
Vacuum cleaner in it lair
Seems accusing in itsglare
Instead I look at all my junk
My good intentions, totally sunk.
So out the door I will slink
Go to the pub and have a drink.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem