Dust

I wouldn't say I like dust, But dust loves me All around the house, I see Dust. Dust everywhere, On the table and the chair Nothing can compare With my war with Dust. I use a soft cloth To wipe all that pesky dust off, I turn my back only to find Some have settled on the blinds. Dust Why are you so thick? Is it what makes you tick? Softly sifting around the house, Like a sort of invisible louse Dust I feel irritated by you, so If only temporarily, you must go. Come on, duster, wipe away. You are not welcome. You have outstayed your stay. I must get rid of you, Dust!