A bottle of stout

Dalmations
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

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About Katherine

I like poetry and history.I love literature and music.
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