'twas the day after Christmas, when all through the house
not a thing was in place, not even an ounce;
The candy was thrown across the floor without care,
a sorrowful image to give even mice a scare;
the glasses and plates and the food caused dread
except for the ants, in numbers they tread;
and toys in the corner, some trash in a bag,
the whole room had settled, a mess to drive you mad,
when outside a door there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to my door I flew like a flash,
Tore through the clutter and ran with a dash.
The light on the breast of the new fallen s**t,
gave the dulness of middle class to all that was in sight,
when what to my wandering eye should appear,
but a lady with windex, and a handkerchief around her ear,
with a fairly big bucket of cleaning stuff and soap,
I knew in a moment that our house had hope.
More rapid than eagles her supplies came,
as she whistled and shouted and called them by name,
"Now Bounty! Now Wypall! Now Lysol and Brite,
On Sparkle! On Clorox! On Tide and Resolve!
To the top of the porch! To the edge of the wall!
Now clean away! Clean away! Clean away all!"
away she went, scrubbing like mad,
she must have been mad to call them like that,
but she cleaned and she cleaned some more,
wiping up evidence of a good time in store.
And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof
complaints of a build up of something called soot.
As I wondered who it was and was turning around,
down the chimney the chimney sweep came with a bound.
He was dressed all in brown from his head to his foot,
his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
a brush he was holding, slung over his back,
he looked rather foolish, only some of his skin peeking out of the black.
But why were they doing this? Who would be so daring?
but they both kept on cleaning, unflinching and merry!
I examined the room, feeling some sorrow,
but the guilt soon passed, I wouldn't do this tomorrow;
I picked up some toys, starting out fresh,
but soon the work had me out of breath;
I sat down and looked at the day old jelly
I looked at the whole room, holding my belly,
I was getting hungry, I wouldn't last long,
but soon came from the pantry a small little song,
"the house is in ruins, it's s gone to your head
but now's time to clean up and fix the awful wreck.
There's glass on the floor, and a whole lot of work,
if you don't help clean up you're surely a jerk."
it may have been hunger speaking to me
but it gave me my second wind, whatever it may be.
I sprang to her side to fix what was wrong
but as soon as I blinked, the clutter was gone.
She sprang to her door, to her team gave a whistle,
and away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard them exclaim as they drove out of sight,
"it's the 26th of December, give that mess a good fight."
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The skin fades away to make room for the heart; our veins intertwine so we can't be apart.
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The skin fades away to make room for the heart; our veins intertwine so we can't be apart.
Collecting flowers.
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