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Nov 2014
a revealing confession
I shall make to all of you
it pertains to the variety
of work that I do

in a plush executive suite
I've never ever sat
only top income earners
get to hold this nice bat

the mop and bucket
are my tools of trade
which I've employed
for almost four decades

each week I acquaint myself
with a cob-webbing broom
to remove the spider's silken threads
that accumulate in office rooms

the cleaning profession
is no leisurely walk in the park
as I'm on duty at sparrow ****
and after the hour of dark

one day I hope to retire
from scrubbing and dusting
my worn fingers and maid's knees
are fast succumbing to rusting

being tied behind
the polishing machine's purr
is the pit of pits
and certainly a hard spur

in a few weeks
my annual holidays shall arrive
twill be a pleasure
to go on a month long skive
#job  #cleaning  #dusting
Elizabeth Squires
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Elizabeth Squires
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