Compulsive, compulsive... Why, could that be me?

I am prone, now and then, to obsess.

My home's not just tidy, it's crazily clean;

I will NOT co-exist with a mess.

The flatware is polished, the linens are crisp,

and the kitchen's maniacally neat.

My living-room curtains hang razor-edge straight.

I get fussy, so please wipe your feet.

I alphabetize all my spices, of course,

because cumin can't sit next to thyme.

I'll not write with pencils unless they are sharp,

or compose an unnatural rhyme.

I can't abide clutter. One stain on the rug,

and it's Valium City for me.

(I swear, if that mutt goes to sleep on my bed,

we'll have dog-gumbo dinner, you'll see!)

My hair's always perfect; if one's out of place,

I must coif it all over a-gain.

Despite this, I am a nice person; although,

there are times I'm a terrible pain...!

LW