Damn my house in such a tip,
Forgot my "resolutions", have let them slip.
Todays excuse, getting sleep,
House is quiet, not a peep.
Shut eye was a resolution,
Easy to do, no time for execution.
Some things, have to give,
A messy house, I'm sure you'll forgive.
Luckily, there's always tomorrow,
Maybe a maid, I could borrow.
Meanwhile, I'm off to bed,
With one resolution, well ahead.