I like my life in order.
I arrange my sock drawer according to the color wheel.
Around every grocery list, I draw a fancy border.
To eliminate decisions, I eat the same thing every meal.

I arrange my sock drawer according to the color wheel,
hang color-coded tags on matching pants and sweaters.
To eliminate decisions, I eat the same thing every meal.
I believe that every day, I am getting better.

I hang color-coded tags on matching pants and sweaters.
All my rubber bands are on this hammer handle.
I believe that every day, I am getting better.
I keep a separate shoehorn with every pair of sandals.

All my rubber bands are on this hammer handle.
Clocks in every room keep me constantly on time.
I keep a separate shoehorn with every pair of sandals.
I have a nagging feeling that, perhaps, I've forced my rhyme.

I really like this, Indar.  Of course you're not OCD, you just like to know where things are.  Once upon a time all I wore was black.  Not from any Goth tendency but just because everything matched and I didn't have to make unnecessary decisions.  Any two socks made a pair ;-)  Then I did away with socks...

One little niggle though.  I think the last word could be rhyme instead of rhymes.  Without the 's' rhyme, like sheep or fish, can still be used as a plural ;-)

Gyppo

Thanks Gyppo, I still subscribe to the all-black-socks_ strategy. I love an easy fix--Rhyme it is!