Sheila
Could this be what you are after?
Genealogist's Lament
The sink is filled with dishes, the silverware turned green,
The sloppy bed turns a roach's head, he runs away and screams.
And underneath the newspapers, if you will give a tug,
You'll shockingly discover, your floor DOES have a rug.
If you go into the living room, he careful all around,
It's safe enough to stand right still, but heavens don't sit down.
The place has gotten out of hand, I couldn't keep it neat.
But there's rejoicing in a far-off-place.
Great Grandfather's RECORDS ARE COMPLETE!
Anonymous
Courtesy of: Boone Co. GS 17:2 via Anestor's Unlimited, via Napa Valley G&BS
Wine Press, 21:9
I found it at http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Prairie/2995/jokes.htm
Regards
Steve
----- Original Message -----
> can anyone help me trace a poem called The Genealogist's Lament? I'm told
it was
> mentioned on an early morning Radio 4 programme but the BBC can't help.
> I'd like to know who the author is and publication details (if any).
>
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