The vacuums’ whirl sounds like the ocean,
all the hidden messes found in motion
with each piece of dirt a new step taken
amidst rugs, sofas each section quaking
Dusted every corner with a careful hand,
make sure each surface sparkling clear and bland
it’s kind of nice to give a spark,
to a room so often shrouded dark
Suds and brushes come spic and span
don’t forget to hit the can
floors mopped and shining floors
its time to enjoy the doors.
The bathroom, windows, and the kitchen too,
every stubborn crevice I know to eschew
nothing left unnoticed or unaddressed
as the house shines with spotless finesse
