We love to have a tidy house
But we really don't like to clean it
If only someone would tidy up
I would have some place to sit
Days pass and nothing changes
Till you feel that nauseous pit
Then you realise the rooms a mess
And it makes you want to quit
As you start to clear up all of it
You think to yourself, "oh shit,"
"How did I ever live like this?"
It's really quite a tip
Time flies by, as you work all day
Finally finished, you sit
And vow that the house will remain as it is
But who are we kidding?
I'm a massive tit,
I Have good intentions,
but never do my bit

If only someone would tidy up

I would have a place to sit