Dust Laden Chair
We all know when to find it:
The time guests ate to down sit
And host cleans chairs not a bit,
Careless cleaners sometimes hit,
A move to have their throats slit
Or sure make their teeth they grit…
When it’s windy, streets dusty,
Not-paid maid with tasks rusty;
Rooms by owners left for long,
The ones used by the not strong…
Dusty chair not for chairman:
She’d curse you: a chairman;
Faster cleaning for respect
Of all acts one she’d expect…
Dust-laden chairs backsides paint:
If they’re women’s they will faint.
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