They are coming.They are coming.They are coming. by BreAnn99
I clean and clean till my bones ache.
The place is so clean it almost looks fake.
Oh crap, I still have to bake the cake.
I need more time for heaven's sake.
They are on the road.
I run outside to sweep the carport.
And I see that the table is out of sort.
I throw a cape over it, and it looks like a fort.
I'm so tired, I want to scream "Abort, abort".
They are here.
I here the doorbell ring.
It goes "dinga ring bling".
I look around at everything.
It's so clean I want to sing.
I open the door and there they are.
I know they have all come so far.
I look out and see my In-Laws.