I love piles of paper I have to confess
Chaos and muddle – I love the mess
She must be mad I hear you mutter
She likes junk and all things a clutter

I know amongst you more than one cynic
Please don’t think I force people to bin it
I do so love the local dump
When the men see me coming they get the hump

I recycle paper and toys of the kids
Not to mention Tupperware lids
There must be a heaven for stray odd socks
Of which I claim to have my own box

I organise offices, larders and sheds
And quite often find out of date meds
I’ve even sold saddles on e bay for clients
Being organised & tidy is not rocket science

So my job is to help organise folk
I do it calmly, sensibly but we have a joke
So yes my job includes dealing with junk
E bay, charity and things that have shrunk