Dust
DamnedUbiquitous
Sneeze stimulating
Tormentor
I don't like to dust
but there comes a time I must.
I hate the very thought of it
It makes my mind nonplussed
I wipe it away
it's back the next day.
It comes from I don't know where
and appears to have no fear.
I threaten with the rag,
dust sits there in drag,
looking like dandruff on wood
instead of like what it should
I bring out the spray
dust says, hey, make my day.
Remove me now but I'll be back
I'll be back with a sneak attack
Smug entity
You gather silently
How do you so thoroughly invade?
And exactly from what are you made?
You bring achoos
and filmy views
and there is never an end to you.
I give up, its over, I'm through!
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2008-09-16 at 22:36
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