Pressed

My
Kitchen
Is
A
Treasure
Trove
Of
Dust.
I Really
Must
Clean
The
Stove,
A
Drove
Of
Spills
Decorate
The
Inner
Works
Where
Oils
Lurk,
But
What
A
Drag
To
Toil
With
My
Pail
And
Rag.
I’ve
Got
Better
Things
To
Do,
I Require
A
Cleaning
Crew,
That’s
All
I Ask,
To
Spare
Me
From
This
Tiresome
Task.
But
There’s
Always
More.
After
That,
I Ought
To
Mop
The
Floor.