Domestic Goddess Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Domestic Goddess

She takes her broom to wildly sweep.
Keeping an occasional eye on the sky
With a personal look at her dust heap
She remains dauntless, shy and spry.

Locals might see her as joyful regardless.
Of how abruptly they scorn-project.
But she just sweeps again in fairness.
There are no excuses disclosed - inspect.

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