sylvia spencer - Clutter

Clutter in the morning, clutter in the evening and clutter
at supper time, every bit of clutter just queueing up in line
Clutter in the basement, clutter in the garage and clutter in
the attic, is there an easy way of how we can attack it.
How does clutter feel when it's coated in dust and grime
it is just a case of how, when and if you have the time.
Clutter in the car, clutter in the bathroom and clutter under
the childrens bed, burger boxes and candy wrappings a nice
little haven to find mice crappings.
Clutter, clutter oh so much clutter, does your house sometimes
look like a gutter, when the kids are on holiday and there's toys
on the floor and the bin is full up with crisp bags galore.
You come home from work or an evening out, everything looks
tidy but you do have your doubts.You open the cupboard to
make a hot drink and clutter hits you, and it makes you think.
The baby sitter has chucked everything in one place,
and all you want is to slap her round the face.
You wake up in the morning and clutters there again it's
just like a gremlin noring at your brain. Milk and cereals
all in the washing up bowl, but the kids won't do it, there late
for school or signing on at the dole.
To have no clutter is to live alone without any frurniture and
without no home.Somtimes clutter can be worth it's weight
in gold so sell it on E Bay and your story will be told.

sylvia spencer

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