Cleaning Blues

I have the house cleaning blues
I look around and see so much to do
I look at the walls, the windows, and the floors
I see heaps of dust layered like boards

What I need is a good house cleaning crew
But where to get one, I haven’t a clue
I asked for volunteers, but none would relent
Their community spirit, it seems, had been spent

I could wish for an occasional hurricane
For me, that may not be such a bad thing
I could raise the windows and open the doors
And be done with these house cleaning chores

But hurricanes don’t occur where I live
So its left up to me to clean this crib
I have devised a plan to get the job done
Since I can no longer depend on anyone

My plan is as simple as it can be
One that is not very taxing on me
My walking shoes I will lace up tight
And from this nightmare I will take flight

Toilet.

With many years of cleaning under my belt I finally decided to write on it a bit.

At last, we two are all alone
A common drudge, a common throne
I’ll scrub you ’til you shine like new
Wipe off the pee, scrape off the poo
And when I’m done I’ll flush away
The evidence and then I’ll say
To no one but this watery hole –
You’d think they’d get some in the bowl.