My Cleaning Lady
You should hear her curse!About the books books books
That I drip everywhere.
She says I stack them unevenly.
I tell her I wont mention her breasts.
Sometimes some things topple over
I tell her.
Then she tells me how she played
With the cats and how they laughed
As she was cleaning the bathroom...
You should see the shine she brings
To my face
When I get home from work.
As I read her cursing notes...
The cats are now comatose-
Thanks to her her her
Thanks to her I realise how easy
It might be to stack up books.
And looks so disapproving.
I adore my cleaning lady.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2009-04-30 at 01:10
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