My poem for the day (surviving being single-the early days)

Living alone is such a rash plan
a hobby not invented for a single man
Tis a struggle everyday to keep yourself clean
when you can't find the plug for the washing machine

The hoover is out and it is one you've just bought
but the sound is interrupted by a sky sport
programme that simply needs watching
end result? Hoovering gets a botching!

I have washed the dishes and put them away
yet I can't find a thing on the very next day
The cupboards are messy so to speak
finding a cup is like hide and seek

Bin emptying day is close at hand
but there are things I just can't understand
is black the recycle or is it green
stale chips with the cardboard is quite obscene

I am sure it gets better as you live and learn
just wish my life hadn't taken this turn
I give it a go, I give it a whirl
but being on your own is best suited to a girl

Because girls are organised and understand cleaning
I just don't seem to know the meaning
of independent living and sorting stuff out
this living alone makes me really want to shout

I need something different to help me survive
a car to escape, (if only I could drive)
But enough of this selfish tirade
the answer is simple, I shall hire a maid