Let’s get this place scrubbed up for Christmas, polish,
dusters, Hoover, mop at the ready.
Get into all those nooks and crannies because once those
decorations and the tree go up I’ve got no chance of getting at them till the
New Year.
Flick my feather duster over all the cobwebs; polish all
surfaces till they shimmer.
Pull out armchairs and sofas and Hoover out what’s hidden below.
Scrub toilets, sinks and baths till they sparkle and glow.
There’s just one
little job left now, get the mop and a bucket of water and it’s a-washing I
will go.
Swish swash it swipes across the tiles and they look as pure
and clean as driven snow.
I step back to admire my handiwork and give myself a well
earned pat on the back but who’s this strolling across my pristine white
surfaces.
It’s my muddy pawed and so not bothered about it cats.
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