Ode To the Broom

Oh broom I could not do without With so many uses more than clean a room Lacking praise for versatility no doubt Here is my ode to you, wonderful broom When tidying needs to be a bit more fun You are the tall microphone I sing with Covered in scarves so many more than one I sweep while rocking out like Aerosmith Sweepin’ on the edge and broomie’s got a gun You heard I clean in leather pants? That’s a myth…. Not only does the floor get clean as a whistle You are the ultimate ceiling spider killer (Except when they stay alive in your bristle) The aftermath of that is a real spine chiller… Far under the sofa you salvage lost toys My dog sniffing and waiting not so patiently Bum in the air hoping for the lost squeaking noise Plus, in times of pretend jousting don’t you see We beat that toilet plunger (life’s little joy’s) Charging around you’re a perfect sword for me When I forget to go and put you away You’re a bridge to that eye-rolling joke we share To mock your friends, point at you, laugh and say “I see you parked your ride over there!” A partner for dancing away gloom While getting rid of dirt and dust More enjoyable you make each room In every house you are a must So thank you my trusty broom In broom, we trust :) Feb 27, 2023 Ode Contest Sponsor: Jeff Kyser