Dust Bunnies Under the Bed

I've cleaned my house for forty years,

And I try to keep ahead.

But, every time a guest arrives

They find dust bunnies under their bed.

I can clean and dust almost every day.

Keep the rooms as neat as a pin.

But just when "honey" leaves his socks on the floor

All the neighbors decide to drop in.

It's amazing how everything stays in its place

When you're home alone day after day.

But the minute the kids bring the muddy dog in

The preacher comes by just to pray.

I don't understand how your friends always know

What the worst time to visit could be.

It seems like a magnet is drawing them in

When there's fighting 'tween "honey" and me.

If I leave the dishes to curl up with a book,

You can bet the doorbell will start ringing.

And, if I am sick or decide to sleep in,

It's a cinch that my phone won't stop singing.

So, I'll clean every day and keep up best I can.

And, on good days I might get ahead.

But, I know that if "honey's" mom visits today,

She'll find dust bunnies under the bed.