Yet another poem inspired by my circumstances.

Dirt it has an evil soil

Dirt it really makes you toil

Vacuum sweep and wipe it out

Scrub it from your shower grout

Add some dish soap and it’s gone

It hides underneath your lawn

Comes in from your boots and shoes

Inside outside you must choose

Piles up on the window sill

Wash it off but its there still

Clogs the vacuum’s filter bad

Dirt it really makes me mad

Way too much dirt comes in here

Wipe those boots off will you dear?



Author: ldinlove

I live with my family, two cats, and at any given moment: ten dear, two turkeys, ten chicks, ten billion ants, ten thousand bees and wasps, two white rabbits, twenty angry squirrels, one occasional bear ( occasional works for me), a couple of snakes, the neighbor's stray dogs, and one very friendly skunk.

7 thoughts on “Dirt”

    1. The city is so much filthier and grimier. I just wanted to have some fun with it. Hell, I make art out of dirt. If you can’t beat ’em join ’em!

      1. Yes, I remember reading your blog about those balls of dirt.
        You’d think cities would be cleaner, but the reality of it… they aren’t.

      2. BTW I don’t see dirt as being full of germs. I probably consume about a teaspoon a day 🙂 along with my food. It just rhymed.

      3. Oh we don’t consider dirt as being “dirty” (as in germy) either. LoL
        As a matter of fact, we hate the overuse of antibiotic soap, “that” leads to sickness.

      4. I agree. I once worked for a couple that were completely anal about germs. They boiled every single bottle of milk even when they had a baby. That baby ended up with severe allergies.

      5. And our garden that grew our lovely veggies is dirt. I DIG in it all of the time. Hmmm. Maybe I should write a second version. You have inspired me Kenneth.

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