Cleanness, As Somebody Said Once

Cleanness, as somebody said once , Not where they clean, but where they do not crap, And our yardman vigilantly at the entrance, Walks around with a huge scary club. Nice to watch, how he - with congenital grace, For the slightest piece of paper or a mote, Trying hard, with a skewed embittered face, To strangle a guilty tenant by a throat. Barking can not be heard, do not meow cats, Such cleanness around and grace, and numbs, Even birds in the district- a glance can not catch, Only in the grass teeth whitened crumbs.