We Must Laugh

When yet another dust ball is discovered Hiding in the bookcase near the bed. I ponder on the process which produced it As I sit here gobbling up a large boiled egg. When yet another stain upon the carpet Cannot be removed by water,work or foam. I wonder if I'm cut out for housework. This is certainly not a human's Ideal Home. But let me not waste time on fussy cleaning. Life is far more precious than is dirt. I'll change my dress and put on perfume. And take a two hour course in how to flirt. For life can be so painful we must laugh. Above all, never mention Sylvia Plath