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Some rely on cleaning machines   the vacuum to **** up the dust,   and one to scrub floors gleaming clean   replacing same when those get bust.   A hammer, these, to crack that nut   as I think of the leccy price   you can hear me go tut tut tut cloth, mop and pail for me, suffice.   No smart sweat-top, nor cut off jeans   but **** nekked I swing my ****   to make dust motes fly in sun beams   my mind flies with these, as it must...   momentarily, till I'm pushed   by brush in hand and in a trice   I'm back to Earth to strut my stuff   cloth, mop and pail for me, suffice.   A cloth, Acdo, a mop some bleach   my **** high nose down as I scrub,   recalling grandma's quick brief screach   quickly cured by her back-hand rub.   The bleach does it to me, I blub,   at memories that sting enticed,   as I rinse out my cloth in the tub,   cloth, mop and pail for me, suffice.   Not for me the machine's hub-hub   If offered I say " ain't my vice "   I'll keep my Aladdin's lamp to rub   cloth, mop and pail for me, suffice.
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Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 3:35 PM UTC
The Ballade (of my ) Weekly Clean
Some rely on cleaning machines   the vacuum to **** up the dust,   and one to scrub floors gleaming clean   replacing same when those get bust.   A hammer, these, to crack that nut   as I think of the leccy price   you can hear me go tut tut tut cloth, mop and pail for me, suffice.   No smart sweat-top, nor cut off jeans   but **** nekked I swing my ****   to make dust motes fly in sun beams   my mind flies with these, as it must...   momentarily, till I'm pushed   by brush in hand and in a trice   I'm back to Earth to strut my stuff   cloth, mop and pail for me, suffice.   A cloth, Acdo, a mop some bleach   my **** high nose down as I scrub,   recalling grandma's quick brief screach   quickly cured by her back-hand rub.   The bleach does it to me, I blub,   at memories that sting enticed,   as I rinse out my cloth in the tub,   cloth, mop and pail for me, suffice.   Not for me the machine's hub-hub   If offered I say " ain't my vice "   I'll keep my Aladdin's lamp to rub   cloth, mop and pail for me, suffice.
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Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 3:35 PM UTC
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