For I must go and wash my floor.
Ignore the phone.
Don't hear the the door.

Wipe away.
Yesterday's greasy dirge.
Mopped up in a tick.
Purge memories.
Of yesterday spilled.

Wash **** away in an instant.
The ***** washing up in the sink.
It made me halt.
Stop dead in my tracks and think.
And think again.

What 's the purpose of being here.
For the sake of those I hold so dear.
A cleaner and a bottle washer.
Not a cook,
So I shan't bother.
Eating out.
Modern thing to do.

So at lunchtime I shall go to the pub.
To have a roast dinner.
Such super grub.
Super grub with no bugs to bear.
I'm not washing up.
So I don't care!



By ladylivvi1

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