The Ulterior Motives Behind Dusting
The top shelves required dusting, so
I looked for my stool high and low.
No luck--but a chair
would do. Then up there
I cleaned that top shelf. It did glow.
My cleaning cloths fell to the floor.
I had to get down to find more.
I dressed as I did
because my man Sid
was watching. Life's never a bore!
February 29, 2016
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016
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