A Cleaning Job by Gregory Harrison

‘Where are you going in your furniture van,

Old woman?’ I said as I peered up inside.


‘You inquisitive man.’

She turned with a glare and tartly replied,

‘Go on, get up inside;

Scramble up if you can.’


I climbed through the door,

And there at once saw

A new vacuum-cleaner in parts on the floor.


‘Where are you going with that?’ I enquired.


‘Are you a detective that somebody’s hired?

You’re really most curious.

If you really must know,

I’m off to the mountains to vacuum the snow.’


by Gregory Harrison


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Poetry, theatre, literature, films, reviews and various other matters. Primarily Russian and Welsh subjects.

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