Basura Cat was hiding with the Tupperware.
I wondered what she was doing in there.
I’d opened the drawer and in she did crawl.
Tucked away like a red rubber ball.
She said that she now had such appeal.
That now she was fresh, with her new lock and seal.
There were containers of every color and size.
But none of the lids fit, much to her sad surprise.
This is worse that trying to find matching socks.
The lids were all cracked and none of them locks.
“Why do you keep them?” she meowed up at me.
We should go hang them up in the tree.
But there’s something about a drawer fill with old things.
And the fond memories that they seem to bring.
The frustration of pulling all of them out.
And the bad words that they force me to shout.
Oh the odds and ends, that don’t match anymore.
I’d have to toss them out, if I bought more at the store.
Come out my cat, and let us shut the drawer.
So we don’t have to look at them anymore.
Today’s Musing: “If you want to clear the clutter from your mind, clean out a drawer” ~ quote by Basura, owner of me. #girlwithguitar
