Poem

I am Cinderella


Moping the floor


Vacuuming the dust


Of life


I make the bed


The cats


Sure they're fed


The compost bin empty


I Scrub the tiles


Fill the dishwasher


Noughties man


Complete with smiles


You come home


And find something I've missed


A fault, a mistake


You write up a list


So I am Cinderella


My car a coach of mice


But at least I think the house


Is tidy


Clean and nice.

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