Play Ball

'Tis ball season and the house is a mess
I'm a terrible housekeeper, that I'll confess
Though not lack of trying, I'm up til all hours
Cleats on the stairs and books make fine towers

The laundry that's not to be folded today
is piled to the rafters and there it'll stay
Dishes in sink stacked all a clutter
is more than enough to make a mom mutter

Three strikes and six more innings to go
then maybe my overgrown yard I can mow
Put off the chores to watch the kids grow
I hope they'll remember how I loved them so