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.