If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you. ~ Oscar Wilde

That's Not Dirt On My Kitchen Floor

That's not dirt on my kitchen floor

Look away, I must implore

Not dirt at all, I cry

Just what's left as the kids ran by

Those aren't piles of clothes on my couch

Please don't sit down, they might scream ouch

Not unfolded laundry are they

They're mountains and caves where the children play

That's not a smudge on my window pane

Nor is that dirt in my window frame

It was left just that way, I timidly say

So I can walk down memory lane

Those aren't unmade beds you see

Now close the door, I say with a plea

No unmade beds in this clean house

Just trampolines for my little mouse

Those aren't cobwebs way up there

Now look over here, I say with a flare

It's on my to do list, it was put there last year

I just haven't got time to take check it, I fear

Those aren't dirty dishes in my sink

Ten more appear every time I blink

No dirty dishes everywhere

Just full tummies in that highchair

Those aren't crumbs on my living room carpet

OK, so they are, please just don't repeat it

At least they had fun while making such a mess

I say as we step back and asses

You see I've got little ones

I love and adore them tons

In this here house, we cherish them

Having fun, we don't condemn

(By Colby Photography)
If a clean house is what you came to see

Then perhaps you should call and send a warning

Even then, I make no promises

I'll probably be smothering my kids in kisses 

(By Teeter Photography)