Wednesday, September 9, 2009

My Clean Car: A Poem

Crusted juice and puree of gummi,
contents of the cup-holders weren't yummy.

Forty different little toys,
long-car-ride entertainment ploys

Crushed-up goldfish, flake of bread,
an Arby's curly fry, long-since dead.

Stains in the carpet, substance on the chairs,
this poor blue van has seen its fair share.

The vacuum's monstrous appetite was satisfied;
when I looked at my cleaning cloth I nearly cried.

The moral of this poem I don't really need to say:
Don't put off 'til tomorrow what you SHOULD be doing today!


Abby Hanson said...

Hahaha. Awesome. It's been WAY too long for us too...

Lara said...

K. Since I haven't even bothered to think about cleaning out my van after the four-day drive. Yich.

Joel promised he'd do it today. And then I can write my own poem.

Congrats on the clean van! :)

leslie the licorice stick lady said...

I've been looking at my car and thinking for the last month-literally-of the day I will finally get time to clean it! It is so bad right now that I try and keep the doors shut as long as possible when people at church, grandma's house, or even people walking by our house get close enough to peek in! My kid's have lately written their names with crayon and marker on the walls of the car. I really hope it comes out!

MAG of Marie Photographie said...

Such a cute poem, and I think that before you cleaned yours, our cars could have been twins. :)