MESSY SWEEPING BRUSH
This morning I came to sweet and mop the kitchen floor,
Something that normally is not too much of a bad chore,
In fact I quite enjoy it but today it took me quite awhile,
For dirt seemed to drop as I swept I had a little smile.

On Saturday my husband washed the car by hand,
In the middle of cold winter you must understand,
With piping hot soapy water, a soft brush just kept
For the car wash and the garage floor to be swept.

I gave him an old duster to wipe away all the wet,
Window cleaner as well, he was all ready and set,
And the car regained it’s pretty shade of green
Instead of a salt stained car always being seen.

As I swept I realized it was grit and salt falling out,
Making more mess that before, there was no doubt
That my kitchen brush was the tool that cleaned the car,
Maybe for the garage one he had to look a little too far.

I shook it a little, washed it and hung it on the line
Not a bad idea when the weather is all warm and fine,
But now it is quite clean but as stiff as it can be
I’ll have to clean the floor and my old bended knee.

The garage brush was there right before my eyes,
It was cleaner that the house one, not a surprise,
So I borrowed that then put it back in it’s place,
But I still feel my kitchen floor is quite a disgrace.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson January 19, 2004