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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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