I cleaned the mirrors in the loo
The Windex made them shine right through
I smiled a humble smile that day
But my reflection knew she wouldn't stay.
The back slider with little prints
A life chapter told by my little imps
We saw the dog-sneeze spittle-spray
Slowly dissapear, the Windex way.
Yet more, the entry window called toward me
The children-visitors left nose prints to see
If it was okay to come jump in the pool
Because it was hot and I'm so cool...
With my trusty sidekick, "Blue-juice"
Nose-prints surrendered; they called a truce!
My towel was getting ragged and tired
As I stood around my glass and admired
What was known then only as "done"
Till the kids came home one by one.
The glass knows the boss who gives it affection
Now the windex will sit by my side in detention.
3 comments:
Well, THERE'S your problem.... you're not supposed to overwork the windex until absolutely necessary... like 2 1/2 minutes before a potential buyer shows at the door!
Sounds like a great day! So did we write this poem?
Yes, we did. We get frustrated when the windex doesn't last for more than 2 minutes!
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