I'm No Goddess

And so I ponder as here I sit,
The dirt and dust and grime and grit.
I could get up and clean the same,
But I'd rather finish this solitaire game.

The toilets haven't been brushed in years,
My laundry room brings me to tears.
The shower tile is supposed to be green,
The algae's an accent in the grout between!

It's good when you can't see out windows real dirty,
Makes it harder to see neighbor Joe being flirty.
The lawn is unmowed for a purpose you know,
Keep it high and I find that the weeds just don't show.

So a case could be made for me doing the dishes,
But I did tell the genie that was one of my wishes!
Told him too that Prince Charming could show up any day,
Guess these fantasies are passing my time all away.

My husband will be home any minute it's true,
And I told him I'd cook him a nice tasty stew.
I laughed when I said it, he so knew I was kidding,
After 25 years, he knows take-out's more fitting.

It's clear I'm no goddess of domestic persuasion,
I only dress up for home-sell party occasions.
My neat friends all in secret, wish to be more like me,
Guess I could write a book... "Let the Slob In You Free"!