How Clean is Your House?

by Jennifer RIP Lesthat Hayden   Jul 10, 2007


Miss Maggie was a filthy one she didn't clean her house.
Every where she went there was a dropping of a mouse.
Every corner had a web and every room was a disaster.
The bugs on the floor began to call Miss Maggie master.
The vacuum cleaner ran away along with mop and duster.
The spray cleaners tried to escape with all the strength that they could muster.
The dust choked every maid that dared to enter the front door.
The rating of her house was lower than the lowest poor.
No one ever knew the time because the clock was cloaked with dust.
All the pipes in the house had become a tube of rust.
Everything once white became a murky gray and she never thought of cleaning because she didn't think there was a way.
The toilet smell was lethal and it killed every fly that neared.
The cleaners wouldn't return the calls because her address was widely feared.
But then a T.V. show went inside the house to clean.
The cleaning ladies weren't there to be nice they were there to be mean.
They got Miss Maggie on her knees and taught her how to scrub.
Every thing covered in crud Maggie would learn to rub.
They got their cleaning crew and they cleaned away the day.
They made sure that Maggie learned to clean with homemade spray.
She learned to dust, unclog, vacuum, and everything in between.
The cleaning ladies said her house was like some others they have seen.
Miss Maggie was astonished and the results she could not believe.
The corners of the rooms a spider wasn't there to weave.
The bathroom was all white, and every sparkle caught her eye.
Now when she came in her house she didn't want to die.
Every surface was dustless and the pipes weren't all in rust.
Every scent was full of beauty and no longer full of must.
Two weeks later they came back and found it was as spotless as before.
She even decided to make it better and added some new decor.
Her bedroom became a place where she could endure some lust.
Now Miss Maggie was a cleaning goddess her house had not a speck of dust.
The cleaning ladies clapped and they gave Maggie a hug.
They knew that Maggie could live her life without a single bug.
Now in Maggie's home there wasn't even one mouse.
Now Kim and Aggie would like to ask you How Clean is Your House?

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  • 17 years ago

    by Angela

    Lol totally send it lol its a good one