In the Line of Duty

I got a splinter from the
Laundry basket made of straw.
I banged into the stepstool
So my shin is red and raw.

I knocked a chair right over
And it fell onto my toe.
Another one’s still injured
So I’ve only eight to go.

These wounds are all the products
Of my sad attempt to clean
Which is obviously, not to me,
A part of my routine.