New York, USA
The windows need washing, the curtains do too,
The cobwebs of lace, just will not do.
Dust bunnies run, from the look on my face,
And the broom needs to fly all over this place.
The tables need waxing, the floors need the same,
And the vacuum just won't, quit calling my name.
So much to be done, as spring comes around,
An adventure of sorts, wondering what will be found.
There's that sock that was lost, way back last fall,
Found hiding, between the couch and the wall.
And an ornament, that fell off of the tree,
In a shoe that's been missing since ninety-three.
There's the wishbone from the Thanksgiving turkey,
Looking quite nasty and furry and murky.
Some halloween candy, put away for a while,
Funny how the pumpkins, have lost their big smile.
I always thought spring, was meant for re-birth,
Now I know it's for all that I will unearth,
As I make this house all shiny and bright,
If only it will stay that way, at least for one night!
[This message has been edited by BSC (edited 02-28-2000).]