With paper towels and a spray,
I cleaned
the window panes today.
It’s not a
chore I like, but hey –
It’s what you’ve
gotta do.
I wiped the
window sills, as well,
Though, at a
glance, you couldn’t tell,
But those
who in Manhattan dwell
Know schmutz
likes to accrue.
Of course,
once cleaning had begun,
I dusted all
the frames, each one
Just waiting
‘til they all were done
And propped back
up to view.
Assorted bowls
and vases, plus
Some tchotchkes
that belong to us
Required,
too, a little fuss
So they
would look brand-new.
At last, my
windows, nice and clear,
Caused my
apartment to appear
Like it’s
all good until next year
When guilt
will bubble through.
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