Cleaning Frenzied Me
I started with one small corner of my kitchen
Set the timer, so I could stop in fifteen minutes
Set the timer eight more times until the floor was scrubbed
The counters were scraped, the table was polished to a shine
Might as well do the microwave
I kept shutting the refrigerator door
I was not ready to tackle that monster yet
Hardened ketchup drips and syrup from a year ago
The living room now looks amazingly dirty
Weird since it was cleaned yesterday
I wanted it to sparkle like the kitchen
Before I had quite finished, I had to run to the bathroom
Which I am now painting because it was incredibly dingy
Nothing is done, but lots of things are started.
My husband is poking around in the frig.
He yells “when are you cleaning the refrigerator?”
If there is a homicide on my street, you will know it was me.
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