The Annual Spring Clean

It's happened again, dammit And try as I might Spring cleaning's an urge I just cannot fight I need a remedy NOW For this kind of addiction As I'm down on my knees Scrubbing the kitchen It's a terrible affliction An absolute blight I started at dawn Now it's late in the night The days been a blur A whirlwind of cleaning A hysterical enthusiasm Untempered by reasoning But when it's all done and dusted And (temporarily) neat as a pin I'll be pleased I gave into the urge And sit down with a gin