The Janitor

The Janitor Poem Lionel Derbyshire He takes the wipe and aims At the drip of urine He looks and concentrates With deep ambition to Wipe it clean and dry. He marches proudly up and down And flushes clean what's left behind He walks here and there And wipes whenever he can He keeps it clean. His face is brutal humble He does not grumble It is no trouble To clean a fumble. His shoes is shining black He is tidy neat Tonight he will Put food on the table. And give thanks. Thank you Janitor No one ever says.