Thursday, August 23, 2007

Addendum Anent the Cleaning Lady

Let's change I Don't Do Windows, shall we? Make it—

I don't do windows
Or scrub the floor;
No heavy lifting—
My back is sore;

I have my soaps from 10:00 to 2:00,
And at 3:30, I am through.
My morning teatime
Is strictly "me" time.

I don't like children;
I'm rough on pets.
I singe your curtains
With cigarettes.

In fact, my opening remark
Is not quite true:
I don't do windows—
Because I don't do poo.

Lyric © 2007 Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov

I'm still not happy with the third quatrain; though expressing a profound human truth, it doesn't seem to fit the general theme of goldbricking.


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