The Cheesy Chore On My Floor

I drop my guard and rabble raps my door Which welcomes no anachronistic arrays To dampen the mood on my floor. I watch on the beach as she reaches the shore Where in remorse for me she prays Cos I drop my guard and rabble raps my door. Next, deep recesses in my mind roar When on my heart spirituality she sprays To dampen the mood on my floor. I pick myself up although I feel sore Gladys, by dint of pleas, my fears allays As I drop my guard and rabble raps my door. In a twist of fate, I dig deep into my stamina store Hoping my reluctance Gladys no more waylays To dampen the mood on my floor. Tired but fired up, I opt to organise the cheesy chore When in the end Gladys my silence slays As I drop my guard and rabble raps my door To dampen the mood on my floor.