I once had a little round piece of wood
Engraved with the words "rountuit".
When I had chores to do, I would hold it
And say "I'll soon get around to it".

My work sadly went lacking each day
I put off doing the things that I should.
But I would cheerfully tell myself
It's the fault of that round piece of wood.

The dishwasher cried out to be used
And the floor was a total disgrace.
Laundry piled up in every corner
And dust motes stared me in the face.

My little doggie got so disgusted
That one day when I peeked out at the sun.
Out the door he dashed with frantic speed
Wagging his tail as away he did run.

Fishing sounds so much better
Than doing a boring household chore.
So I'll take my little rod and reel
And rest on a rock at the lake shore.

I knew at last I must do something
Somehow I had to work through it.
So I picked up my little round piece of wood
And said, "Oh heck. I'll get a rountuit".

© Betty Lindsey 14/04/05