Reasons why you shouldn’t do housework

I asked the MOAA to come down for tea tonight, which pushed me into a mini-flurry of housework.Β  Keeping in mind some advice I read in a blog this morning (sorry, can’t remember whose it was now, sorry,sorry, sorry) about finding a reason to enjoy the things you have to do, my mind started versifying while I was cleaning the bathroom:

I’m not what you’d call houseproud
I do it when I must
I kinda like the cobwebs
they go well with the dust.

Then, I had this cheery thought whilst vacuuming the floors:

I’ve been thinking of windows
as eyes into my houses soul
so it makes me feel quite worried
when at night they start to glow.

Β It quite put me off washing the floors, not sure what I might start versing next.