The Annual Spring Clean
It's happened again, dammit
And try as I might
Spring cleaning's an urge
I just cannot fight
I need a remedy NOW
For this kind of addiction
As I'm down on my knees
Scrubbing the kitchen
It's a terrible affliction
An absolute blight
I started at dawn
Now it's late in the night
The days been a blur
A whirlwind of cleaning
A hysterical enthusiasm
Untempered by reasoning
But when it's all done and dusted
And (temporarily) neat as a pin
I'll be pleased I gave into the urge
And sit down with a gin
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