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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