Cleaning Day

Cleaning Day

A Poem by Heather Rodwell
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I wrote this 10 seconds ago (Needless to say I'm currently cleaning my shower)

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In the shower, here I stand Cleaning and scrubbing with my bare hand, Ammonia pushes it's way up my nose Pounding my head, curling my toes. This dirt and grime just won't disappear Mould under fingernails, Oh no, I fear... It's time to clean myself this time Before these chemicals affect my mind. Permeate through fingers, into my bloodstream - Been watching too much House, or so it may seem. I suppose I must go back to the toxic cube To finish what I started, or maybe go to the loo...?

© 2010 Heather Rodwell


Author's Note

Heather Rodwell
It doesn't seem finished, does it? Yeah, I kinda lost excitement about it after the loo part.

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This has a fun rhyme, and a really cheerful gait about it! It definitely feels unfinished, but I think the length is good for the material. Perhaps you should wrap it up as it is, with a replacement line? A mere suggestion. If only I could turn bathroom cleaning into art, so that the bathroom could clean itself. . . .

Posted 9 Years Ago


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This has a fun rhyme, and a really cheerful gait about it! It definitely feels unfinished, but I think the length is good for the material. Perhaps you should wrap it up as it is, with a replacement line? A mere suggestion. If only I could turn bathroom cleaning into art, so that the bathroom could clean itself. . . .

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Heather Rodwell
Heather Rodwell

Cape Town, South Africa



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