A bottle of stout

I took the entire vacuum out
nd put in a bottle of stout

Now it don’t clean the floors
And won’t evermore.
Thus I domesticity flout.

I found coats and bags by the score.

but I cannnot go out any more.

So what shall I do

With the superfluous new?

I hate storing ghosts on the floor

I took all the dirt and perceived
That red rugs are an evil indeed.
So buy one in grey
It’s the in thing today.
And the visitors will be deceived


About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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