MY OCD BROKE

 Routine is my middle name,

which means habits are my only game.

Wake Up and potty, then make the bed.

I don' have to think, this is in my head.

Brush my teeth, brush my hair.

Back to the bed, exercising by lifting legs into the air.

Stretches' next, then kick my legs,

Head to the kitchen to cook my eggs,

Each day has its on thing to be done,

I check them off, one by one.

Saturday 6 am is shopping

Sunday is reserved for vac and mopping.

Showers are usually in late afternoon,

Reading and commenting are done before noon.

If you have known me for awhile,

you can now say OCD and smile.

I have daily exercise, set up for each day,

the time, the exercise, different everyday.

Last Sunday, before I got up, my mind still whirling in a Beaumont Daze,

I suddenly realized I had done zero exercise for 8 whole days.

Nothing, Nada, not one at all,

my mind focused on the fact beau can not play ball.

I got out of bed,

Showered and washed the hair on my head.

Bob said aren't we doing the floor?

Oh NO, I forgot, this I have never forgotten before.

I thought once more, about the missed exercise,

I went to lay on the bed and to my surprise,

I had forgotten to make up the bed.

I made up the bed, lay down and was blinded by the ceiling light over my head

It seems I forgot to turn it off, before I lay down,

Even though blinded, the evidence was clear, causing my face to frown.

the fan and 4 lights was draped in cobwebs, it seems I forgot to swipe them down.