THE CRY OF THE QUARTER SCALER

My name is Wanna and I’m a Miniaturist
And I don’t really want to make a list
Of UnFinished Projects and unfilled houses
Or empty containers or stains on my blouses
Little tin boxes, clear glass jars
Scrubby holders and sewing machine drawers
Flower pots and coops for chickens
I scramble to buy them like the dickens
Miniature toasters, wee apple crates
Cups and saucers and … what else waits?
There isn’t time to get them all done
And they’ve come to taunt me, one by one
Cigar box houses, any cute container
I don’t mean to be a big complainer
But these small things take up all my spaces
And I can’t find any empty places
The kits are unfinished, the floors don’t fit
The walls’re unpapered, the lights aren’t lit
It’s all too embarrassing for me to take
Why would I count them, for goodness sake?
And across the internet I hear a mutter
I’m not the only one with all this clutter
Instead of UFOs and big time messings
Let’s take a deep breath - and count our blessings!