Buh4Bee
03-26-2010, 10:46 AM
The romance between the rake and the broom*
But this shouldn’t be…
I can attest that the Swifter is not any more efficient
The rag beats the duster, my husband’s old boxer shorts cut up into squares
too difficult to quilt into anything
The animal is constantly in my wake of cleaning
The cat, the dog, and the rat (other dog)
The bed, the couch, or the rug.
I lament for my inability to do laundry
My washer doesn’t work, it just spins all night
like the dreams I have of cleaning
the toilet bowl, around and around
And my husband is jealous of Bobby Degree, the appliance repair man
What can I do if I make a flirt or two?
Those hard-water stains are a force to be reckoned with
I have to lie that I strained my arm ski-diving or something of that nature*
Because I scrubbed too hard, imagine that!
I’m convinced Lime Away works.
Oh, and for my anxiety and weight loss
There are a million options to control these self-destructive habits
The remote works well enough to shut up the idiot box
Whether externally or internally?
But laundry, the dishwasher and the vacuum will be my gods of worship
I remember Orpheus, my lyre playing minstrel,
Come and entertain me with your stories of dramatic romance and heart-ache.
Distract me from the terrible daytime soap operas.
For I should be busy washing my floors
Can your divinity help me keep my house in order?
* Reference to a Swifter commercial.
* Reference to a Lime Away
But this shouldn’t be…
I can attest that the Swifter is not any more efficient
The rag beats the duster, my husband’s old boxer shorts cut up into squares
too difficult to quilt into anything
The animal is constantly in my wake of cleaning
The cat, the dog, and the rat (other dog)
The bed, the couch, or the rug.
I lament for my inability to do laundry
My washer doesn’t work, it just spins all night
like the dreams I have of cleaning
the toilet bowl, around and around
And my husband is jealous of Bobby Degree, the appliance repair man
What can I do if I make a flirt or two?
Those hard-water stains are a force to be reckoned with
I have to lie that I strained my arm ski-diving or something of that nature*
Because I scrubbed too hard, imagine that!
I’m convinced Lime Away works.
Oh, and for my anxiety and weight loss
There are a million options to control these self-destructive habits
The remote works well enough to shut up the idiot box
Whether externally or internally?
But laundry, the dishwasher and the vacuum will be my gods of worship
I remember Orpheus, my lyre playing minstrel,
Come and entertain me with your stories of dramatic romance and heart-ache.
Distract me from the terrible daytime soap operas.
For I should be busy washing my floors
Can your divinity help me keep my house in order?
* Reference to a Swifter commercial.
* Reference to a Lime Away