The Cleaner a Dedication To The Humble Cleaner Of The House Poem by john (called jack) wren

The duster dances around the room
looking for dust to consume
dipping its hand on table and chair
in a cleaner than clean love affair

The vacuum stalks on its quest
hunting dirt from its nest
running on its tiny wheels
lifting dirt before it congeals

The polishing rag rich in pile
brings out magic with a smile
when dipped in a creamy tub
then made dizzy with a rub

Windows are made sparkling clean
wiped with miraculous windowlene
with the cleaners elbow-grease
turning them into a masterpiece

The bathroom with its suite
is left nipping clean and neat
wiped with vigour and cream
leaving no tide marks to be seen

Crumpled bed sheets cringe with fear
as groping hands venture near
and march them off like a refugee
to a whiter than white guarantee

Then, the kitchen left till last
suffers from the cleaners blast
sink and bench in their abode
are both left in spotless mode

The cleaners life you will agree
takes it toll on hand and knee
a job of daily deliverance, for pay
that's just a mere pittance.