UNTIDYNESS IS A GIFT (Lxiii

One of the greatest gifts
With which I have been blessed
Is the ability to live with chaos
Without getting stressed.

Some friends have Ideal Homes
That I greatly admire,
But to that level of perfection
I know |I could never aspire.

There are women who cannot relax
If a single cushion is unplumped,
But I can sit in a clutter of books,
Restful and comfortably slumped.

I knit or sew as I watch TV
And when I can't stop yawning
I go to bed and leave the debris
To clear up in the morning.

Unlike a lady who tidied up
Before she went to bed
In case they had a burglary -
That's what her husband said.

My garden is a natural one -
It is not tidy I fear
But something is in flower
Every day of the year.

To strive for perfection is admirable
But there can be a high cost,
Stress - worry - anxiety -
And I'm glad I lost.

January 2008

EMAILS AND ATTACHMENTS (LXII)

The computer age has spawned
A brand new industry -
Writing and forwarding enmails -
And it's all completely free.

Some contain advice and warnings
About lipstick and Aspartame
Some say I'll get Alzheimers
If |I do not use my brain.

There are warnings about frauds and scams
A new one every day
And how to tell a genuine mirror
From one that is two-way.

Apart from the authors
Of inaccurate and alarmist prose
There are millions of workers
That no one every knows.

The army of volunteers
Log on every day
Reverentially down-load the junk
And send it on its way.

There are a limited number of write-ups
Both profound and inane
And with so many forwarders
They circle again - and again.

Once an email has been sent
It can journey without pause or rest
Circling the electronic oceans -
A modern day Marie Celeste.

March 2007