for mere moments lasts that heartwarming sheen.
for soon they blow in restless from class...
tracking in lazyness along with some grass.
why do i bother?
why do i care?
i know that soon more scum will be there.
but i dutifully clean, i scrub and i dry
"who's dish was this?" i wonder and sigh.
who's hairs in the tub, who's littered the floor?
who's left out their fruit til its swollen and sore?
who thought that i had nothing better to do...
than to clean! clean! clean! clean!
WELL IM DONE CLEANING FOR YOU!
well if it makes you feel better. a fun little poem came out of it. I enjoyed it very much
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed it as well.
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