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!