More To-Do

A List Scorned

I made another list today
I promptly threw that list away
As it fell I heard it say
“You couldn’t do it anyway.”

How rude, how brazen, how arrogant
To taunt me so, to claim I can’t
So what if that last shelf had a slant
A minor flaw, insignificant

My craft is proven, I have the skill
There’s hardly anything I can’t build
Or fix, or destroy to suit my will
It’s just at the moment, I’ve had my fill.

I’m taking a break from things to-do
A well deserved rest has long been due
So there, nasty list, you see what’s true
I have the skill, I just don’t like you.

So there…I’ll be on the couch if anyone needs me.

Ode to a To-Do List

A List

Oh list of things that I must do
Which long has grown past forty-two
Tasks of varying shapes and sizes
Quite daunting when one realizes
For every one you scratch you add
Twice as many which you had
Better attend to yesterday
Before the wife has a chance to say,

“Have you finished?”