Spring cleaning is a lot of fun,
But I’m wiped out before it’s done.
I don’t do much but what she asks.
My wife gives me the muscle tasks.
To move a couch will take two beers.
It’s on the list I’ve kept for years.
A freezer is another story,
A six-pack puts me in my glory.
Of course, when moved out from the wall,
It must go back on beck-and-call.
An eight-pack later, the freezer and couch,
Are back in place, I’m not a slouch.
The rooms are spinning round and round.
I grab a beer and I sit down.
But she requests a rearrange,
I’m back to work and feeling strange.
A TV set’s two beers I think,
And then a rest, I’m on the brink.
Two chairs, a couch, And I’m a mess.
My wife is sweet, I must confess.
Resource: The picture was taken by the author.