Fred's House Cleaning Fix
Home alone lived the widower, Fred
with no inkling at all in his head
of how to clean house.
Without his dear spouse,
Fred was facing his clutter with dread.
Everywhere there were cobwebs and dust.
Even pieces of old pizza crust!
And a horrid new smell
Fred began to inhale
while surveying the mess with disgust.
It smelled just like a rat there had died,
so Fred flew into action. He cried,
“Cleaning service I’ll pay.
I must call them today,
and next week I will search for a bride!”
Written March 16, 2012
For Francine Roberts'
Cobwebs and Dust Poetry Contest
Theme: Cobwebs and Dust
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