Household chores it seems
Just won't do themselves
And we're not exactly blessed
With an abundance of house elves

So really I should get on
And sort out my abode
But I have feelings today
Akin to those of Mr Toad

He of those windy willows
Who was easy to distract
Today I'm feeling the same
I'm also quite sidetracked

I expect it wouldn't take long
To wash up a pot or two
To vacuum up the crumbs
Perhaps to scrub the loo

But I'd rather do other things
Because mopping's quite the slog
So instead I'm sitting here
Writing poetry for my blog