Okay, I am a little neurotic,
My yen for cleanliness is somewhat exotic;
I scrub my toilet and bathtub every night,
Using elbow grease with extra might.
I can not stand to see a speck of dirt on the floor,
I use a toothbrush at ninety miles-per-hour, until I am sore;
I have stock in Tide, Mop-N-Glo, Lysol, and Pledge;
Do not get in my way, man, I am on the edge!
I scower the walls, the glass, and even the ceiling,
With this immaculate mode I am feeling;
I am a hurricane, brother, a whirlwind,
Mr. Clean does not have anything on me, because we are best friends!
My house is sparkling, like an immortal shrine,
There is not a more clean house than mine;
I am quite happy, sweating like a melting ice cube,
I go into the front room, maybe see what is on the tube.
Then to my horror, I see something in my bedroom,
I race into the closet and extract the broom;
Inching forward with my weapon, approaching under the bed, my head is ringing like a bell,
OH MY DEAR LORD, DUST BUNNIES FROM HELL!
