One of this year’s ‘12 poems in 12 months’ challenges was to pen an acrostic. It wasn’t my finest hour, but since I recently posted about my aversion to housework I thought I’d share my acrostic here.
Somebody’s coming. My Parents, for Easter. I’m Running around with a vacuum cleaner. I don’t enjoy housework, and Not till the dust can no more be ignored will I Grudgingly act. Cleaning won’t otherwise start unless Life throws up further unwelcome tasks Equally grim. Avoidance activities may include dusting. Not choice, but the lesser of evils plus guilt! I like the result though, Now all looks fresh. Trouble is, in a short while it is Going to want cleaning all over again.