The Retired Bloke

Cleaning

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! 

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    Retired man,

    I have OCD so this poem works for me perfectly. I'd say more but have noticed a picture frame in my room 1.4mm off to the left.....

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    • The Retired Bloke

      Thank you for your comments. Your poetry is very powerful.



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