No Other
Way
On
the weekends
I
run a little room
Organised
and neat
Tidy as can be
Everything
has a place
And
everything in its place
That's
what I say
But
that goes out the window
8.30
to 3.30 every weekday
This
is the time
My
tidy little room goes
From
organised and neat
To
a tidy little heap
For
5 days it's
'Could
you pickup this please'
'Could
you put that away'
If
not those words
Then
similar anyway
Here
they come running
From
a half an hours play
Pulling
things apart
Causing
havoc to my dismay
On
the weekends
I
run a little room
Organised
and neat
Tidy
as can be
And
I wouldn't want it any other way.
(Well
not often)
By Lee-Anne Bright