Merryweather stormed upstairs, or rather hopped
carrying a pail of water and a weathered rag
Globs of water splashed, puddling the floor
Until rue came in and fussed him, saying
Incompetency! clean it up this instant!
Nagging him along, she saw to it that he missed no spots.
- moments later -
Merryweather's furry little paws worked onward
causing Rue to stomp her rabbit's foot impatiently
Glancing up at her hesitantly, he gave askance
Um, you realize it isn't imperative that you monitor me?
I'm going to wait, she replied, until you do it correctly
Now then, he said taken aback, I'll leave you to it Rue!
To Be Continued...
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