Ursulamamish
Cleaning’s not only a chore
It really is quite a bore
The dust that you’re lifting
Is already sifting
Itself down onto the floor.
Even if you are ready and raring
And around the house you go tearing
The work’s never through
No matter what you do
There will be dirt on the clothes they are wearing.
Unless you strip them all down
And have them waiting around
The machine as it washes
And splishes and sploshes
And no one can go into town.
So unless you are all in the nude
Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude
Forget about cleaning
It has little meaning
But they will always remember great food.