Jack says it's time to sweep
When we must wipe our feet to go outside.
We love fall leaves on our trees
But they walk into our home with pride.
They never want to walk back out,
So eventually we have to clean.
Along with the cobwebs they must go
Back to their outdoor scene.
I thought about telling people
That they were all fall decoration,
Waiting for all our mountain friends
To arrive for a celebration.
But the bathrooms still needed scrubbing;
There was laundry, both dirty and clean.
So I was finally forced to bite the bullet,
And don my cloak as a housework queen.
The house is a bit more tidy,
But we have a long way to go.
Maybe we'll get fall back outside
Before our first winter snow.