Rocket Fuel

?My brain was stuck in neutral gear,
A fuzzy, slow, meandering smear.
The to-do list was long and deep,
I needed fuel to make the leap.

Now suddenly, I'm lightning quick,
The urge to tidy makes me sick.
I found a dust bunny, white and round,
The most important thing I've found!

I'll alphabetize my spice rack blend,
Then write a novel for my friend.
I'm going to mend that tiny hole,
And finally organize my soul.