I’m cleaning
The house,
A task
At which
I have
Been
Dilatory.
I’ve stayed
Really
Busy,
But that’s
Another
Story.
Now I
Must
Get in
The
Groove,
Suck up
The dust,
Or move.
So, I’ll
Vacuum,
Brush
And
Fluff,
Until
I feel
I’ve
Done
Enough.
Then,
Satisfied,
Regard
It all
With
Pride,
And
Forget it
Until
Who knows
When,
And
It must
All
Be done
Again.