CLEANING

I am sitting watching television
The wife pulls out the plug
She says; I'm going to vacuum
Look at the mess of that rug

Pull yourself together
And lift those stinking feet
If anybody drops in
I want the place looking neat

Better still; rise yourself
And get out of that chair
Go and do something useful
You are always sitting there

Away into the garden
You are only in the way
I have to get this started
I want it done today

Boy she can motor on
As she ‘hoovers' around the floor
I cannot stick the noise
So I dash out through the door

I look in through the window
The wife is going well
She's dusting; polishing; spraying cans
To give the house a smell

She looks so hot and sweaty
Her beaming face is flush
She knows how to handle
A shovel and a brush

I never knew a woman
Could get in such a fluster
Running like a spring chicken
Flapping with a duster

I think then of my Saviour
How He cleansed from sin
My dirty filthy heart
When I let Him in

I wash and shave and comb my hair
Sometimes I'm looking well
But I'd rather have my heart cleaned up
Than my soul ending up in Hell

Colin Moffett