Ben

BEN

Ben said  'A place for everything

And everything in it's place'!

How did the old chap realise

My drawers are a disgrace?

His words have echoed in my ears

Each day, more or less;

Always in my mother's voice;

Yet I'm always in a mess.

But deep inside this muddler

Is a person who is neat.

And even in my waning years

 I can't admit defeat.

I buy big boxes from the store;

This time I'll organise!

This time I'll follow Ben's advice;

There will be no compromise.

But then I forget to label them,

So I scrabble deep within

To find an item I've mislaid! 

I simply cannot win!

Sometimes I tip the boxful out

Then shove it back again.

I really will be neat next time.

But when is next time? When?
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But I  wonder if old Benjamin

Was such a neatness freak.

If I could find his chest-of-drawers

 I'd like to take a peek.

I bet they were an awful mess,

If only we could see.

Maybe he wasn't as honest

As little old scruffy me!

Have a look at my picture!

See 'stuff' strewn on the floor!

Goodness gracious Benjamin!

That's what boxes are for!

So now I'm going to rustle up

 A homily myself.....

'Don't believe Ben Franklin

Till you've checked-out every shelf!'