I have a little plaque on my desk.
My hubby doesn’t like it.
He is a rather neat and organized man.
I am a little bit messy.
My little plaque says:
A clean desk is the sign of a sick mind.
It means that if my desk is organized
My mind isn’t doing what it likes to do best.
I bought this plaque because it was magnetic,
But then I found no place on my desk it could stick.
So it just sits there, sometimes falling over
Into the mess.
Hubby cleaned my desk the other day.
I about had a heart attack.
Things weren’t in their usual place
And missing was that little plaque.
I found it in the kitchen,
Attached to the fridge door.
I read the plaque…
“A clean desk is the sign of a sick mind”
I looked at the fridge door,
Muttering, “that isn’t what it its for.”
I carried my little plaque back to my room.
And put it on my desk.
Then I pulled disks out of plastic boxes,
Strewed them about.
Papers out of folders,
And laid them around.
Now it “looks” like I’m sane.
But I hope I’m not alone
In getting angry
When people organize your things!
A poem about a magnet.