Nothing to Do
There are dishes in the sink
And they're begging to be washed,
There's the mess to be cleaned up
From that banana you just squashed.
Come with me for a minute,
Let me show you to your room,
It is gasping for a visit
From the dustpan and the broom.
It appears that all your bedclothes
Have been fighting with your bed,
And that plate of old spaghetti
I am sure has long been dead.
There's a curtain of old cobwebs
Stretched across your bedroom wall,
And muddy wellies do not add
To the decor in the hall.
Did you say that you've gone out
And got yourself a maid?
Then who is going to clear up
That spilt cake and orangeade?
Come along, I'll introduce you
To someone you ought to meet,
This is Lady Vacuum Cleaner,
She makes homes tidy and neat.
So you've finished all your homework
And packed your school bag, I suppose?
There are a million things to do
Right underneath your nose.
I wonder why Mum
Has to get in such a stew
When I tell her that I'm bored
And there's nothing here to do.
© Valerie Bloom, from Stars With Flaming Tails, Otter Barry Books 2021