You know what
I find cleaning therapeutic
I don’t like the thought of it
Quite the opposite
I do anything I can to get out of it
At the slightest chance that I might be needed
I suddenly find some garden to be weeded
Or go to the shops in the car
Or meet friends in a bar
But when I am cornered
Run out of excuses
And forced to pick up a wipe and spray
I find the art of cleaning
Getting all the cupboards gleaming
A little bit relaxing
Some may say I should do some more
And maybe I will
Maybe I’ll become another cleaning bore!