Dust

A housewife who hated to dust
Had to wrinkle her nose in disgust
     For the house looked much worse
     Though she’d emptied her purse
To a maid that she thought she could trust.

But it turned out the maid, filled with lust,
Didn’t do what the two had discussed
     Since she cleaned up, instead,
     With the husband in bed
And her dusting rag never got mussed.

There’s a lesson here – plans may combust
And we all have to somehow adjust.
     Now the wife’s learned to clean;
     Not a speck can be seen
Though her husband has bitten the dust!