Brooms
The brooms march in,
The brooms march out,
All the leaves floating about!
My troop of brooms,
Keeps the leaves at bay,
Hope to keep them outside today!
Tracked holding on to the dogs' side,
Clutching my trouser leg,
There are even some in my bed!
Leaves crinkle under my feet,
My brooms are losing the battle,
Back up maps to save the floor!
They are color coded for each door,
Still, as I wander about,
My brooms lean uselessly against the tide!
My army is not yet overcome,
The brooms are still,
Number one!
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