They say I’ve got an OCD
But really, folks, I’m just so me.
Why call it a “disorder,” though,
When I just like a tidy flow?
No shoes inside,don’t test my grace,
Your muddy soles? Not in my space!
My bed’s a throne, don’t take a seat,
It’s wrinkle free and super neat.
My clothes? They're lined up like fine art,
By shade, by hue, like color chart.
Rows and columns, left to right,
Matching socks? Oh pure delight.
Towels washed in a four, day loop,
White linens only dirt can’t dupe!
Closet,table,mats? All white
So mess shows up like crime in light.
I ask things thrice or even five times,
Just to ensure there are no crimes.
Three times I check that plugs are pulled,
Or else my brain just won’t be lulled.
Before I eat, I sniff the plate,
Even if it’s a five-star date.
Forks and knives? I smell 'em all
Even if I’m dining in a marble hall.
My footwear wait like royal guards,
At parties,events and birthday yards.
Don’t step on them,I’ve placed with care,
On the side of the door, I put it there!
And yes, I sniff my workmates too,
To check if yesterday’s outfit grew.
Put a mark? Oh yes, I track
Three-day shirt? You’re under attack!
I smell if someone’s been around,
Their ghost of scent still haunts the ground.
Smelly feet,clothes or armpit too
Even I close my eyes I know if it's you.
My brushes? Washed like baby's feet,
Even if the job’s not done or complete.
Grouped by size, from tiny to wide
Even my sponges enjoy the ride.
Paints are sorted like royal decree
A rainbow throne made just for me.
Don’t mix a teal with navy blue
Unless you want me judging you.
I want no bugs, no dust, no mess,
No hair, no crumbs, no filthy stress.
Yes, I’m Gee an OCD queen, no doubt,
I wipe, I sniff, I scrub, I shout!
