Dear Lord


I'm going to need some notice before my days are done,

You see, I’m a craftaholic a fact not known to some.

My craft room, it is bulging all corners, crannies and nooks.

There are loads of boxes under the bed; I hope no-one ever looks.

I tell myself when shopping, "No more craft bits today"

But the craft shops are like magnets drawing me there way.

I'm totally at there mercy, Just "NEED" a dozen of each.

Then I hurry home to hide them, before the family starts to preach.

So Lord, I’ll need a little time to dispose of all my stuff,

And lord, can we just keep this between the two of us