Don't Drink Bees

My parents are not tidy
They keep the house a mess
Dust layers could be studied
By an archeologist

And the cobwebs clinging 'round
To the ceilings and the walls
Aren't inhabited by spiders
Because even they're appalled

And the smudges on the windows
And the creaking of the doors
Have become household features
Along with the sagging floors

You'd think my friends would be aghast
To visit such a scene
But they always have a blast
Each and every Halloween
(The only time I have them over)
It's not that I am mean
I just prefer they think it's "decorated"
Not neglected and unclean