The Cleaner
To the cleaner we adore
She comes in and cleans our floor.
She makes our bed and wipes the place down
So when we get home there is no frown.
She grabs her stuff with one last look
Then walks out and locks the door.
Again we'll make a mess and dirty the floor
Till next time she comes back for more.
Copyright © Wayne Feeney | Year Posted 2014
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