No man can ever understand,
There’s Spring Cleaning in this land,
Mrs. Mop and Clean waves her hand,
Snoring is his male band,
Not to worry, no time to sup,
Gals want to sparkle up,
One shelf at a time,
Spray and wipe sublime,
Fresh is the cupboard smell,
Charity bags have cast their spell,
All tidy now, it seems.
Polished the dog, he gleams,
Must detox my brain,
Wasting thoughts quite inane,
Declutter world still revolving,
Spring Cleaning is evolving!
Baby Boomer Scribblings. 