I have a well-endowed to-do list,
An ever-growing list of many items,
I’ll trim it here or there, of course,
Yet it seems to just make it grow more,
A never-ending cycle this list creates,
Anxiety sets in due to this accursed item,
So much to do, so little time.
The laundry was just done,
I just finished putting it away,
The basket left behind bloomed,
Like a pesky weed that just won’t die,
The laundry pile grows and grows,
There must be gardeners tending to it,
So much to do, so little time.
Sink drained now, I smile,
Meal eaten and dishes are done,
Perhaps I can sit and relax now,
With a dish towel, I wipe down,
Mildew on counters, I will not condone,
From the corner of my eye, the dishes multiplied,
So much to do, so little time.
I pull out freshly baked cookies,
The aroma permeating the air,
The bait is laid and the trap set,
For my housework’s multiplying source,
Footsteps swarm and hands reach out,
I intercept with a chore chart,
So much to do, so little time.
