There are those who clean their homes
Like crazy, once a week
(But I am not included
In that group of whom I speak).
They dust and mop and scrub and wax
‘Til every surface gleams.
My house will never look like that,
Not even in my dreams…
Except when I have company.
Then I’ll pull all the stops,
Employing all the sponges, scrubbers,
Vacuum, rags and mops.
I marvel at the way things look –
So shiny, neat and clean
And swear that I will keep it up,
A part of the routine.
But then the company departs.
What happens? Can you guess?
Within a day, it’s back to normal –
Soon to be a mess!
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