Stupid Friday Morning Poem

I'm sitting right here at my computer
With a cat on the printer, he couldn't be cuter
The dog is all curled up down by my feet
The last cat is wandering around looking for heat.

There's a worm on my ceiling that has me disgusted
After I cleaned and I vaccuumed and I carefully dusted
Those bastards they give me the shivering willies
I think to myself, "Is this common in hillbilies?"

Maybe it's time for me to move to a new house
That's so clean it has not a worm nor a moth nor even a louse
Even though it's clean, my entire head itches
Every single time I see one of those sonsofbitches.

I look down at my sort of dirty kitchen floor
I usually just sweep it, you can't ask me for more
I live here alone so I do as I please
I am the only person I care to appease.

I only have sex in months ending in -ay
And I have pubic hair, What can I say?
This is the end of my Friday morning poem
So Good Morning to you all with a hearty Shalom!