Grumpy
grime is past its prime.
Spring cleaning, clearing my abode,
I’m lightening my heavy load.
Dust goblins? Gone!
You’re overdrawn.
So take your fluff, and hit the road.
The spring, it sprang. My world is neat.
Good company stands in the street.
It for a song
Bids me along;
Ah, dank dirt seekers dash – beat feet!
c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson
Image:
Adapted by this
user from vintage artwork.
This poem was posted
in response to these prompts:
April A to Z Blog
Challenge
National Poetry
Writing Month / NaPoWriMo
Meme
Express: “for a song”
Simply
Snickers: “sprang” and “spring”
#atozchallenge
#napowrimo
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