Spring has sprung

Spring has sprung

How time has flown

And Spring has sprung,

Will have a moan

About my home!

And the Spring cleaning!

It's so demeaning!

Scrubbed the floors,

What a bloody bore!

The windows cleaned

And now they gleam;

Feel like the cat

That's licked the cream!

Had a lust

To rid all the dust

From behind the PC -

Hoovered, sucked out

Debris, such disgust!

Inside the control keys

That was a must.

Been a busy bee!

Cupboards tidied

Chucked out of date tins

By about four years,

(And some other sins).

Now up to my ears

With washing curtains

Am so uncertain

That they might shrink!

Or now hang out of sync!

Not always been a tidy person...

Pulled the bed out,

Vacuumed underneath,

Was so heavy,

Clenched my teeth,

Disturbed some homes;

Dust mites,

Things that might bite,

Tissues, underpants and a sock

And wrappers off chocks,

A book I'd mislaid

So that's where it strayed!

And all the lamp shades -

Am very dismayed!

There were dead flies,

Moths, a white butterfly

And over the months,

Turned a blind eye.

Have disinfected, mopped,

Cleared and sorted.

Haven't stopped.

Almost dropped.

Nothing aborted.

And as the hoover

Was on overkill

Thought to best to 

Clean that, I feel

Slowly going downhill...

The duvets, the nets,

All looking their best!

Worked with my hot sweats!

But got to confess,

It looks exactly the same!

And will all be done

Next year again.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

19th March 2017