Response to a poem on leaving dusting to write or create

A Rose by any other name would smell as sweet

 but not when you have crumbs under the chair to sweep 

because I tell you here in Singapore, 

if you don't grab a crumb from ants you'll get a hundred more, 

and I'm alas allergic to dust mites, 

a dusty hotel gives me sleepless nights,

 I can compose a poem while I sweep or dust, that glass of water which we share is clean I trust? I would not eat in a dirty café. I promise I'll dust when you come to stay. And proud that all is clean and calm and orderly, we'll sniff sweet flavours, not sneeze in our tea. Please leave your dirty shoes outside the door, sit anywhere, a chair - I cleaned the floor, you'll like my place if you've an allergy - we're both dust mites and gluten free. I hope you like this, which I must rehearse, and whilst I dust I'll write another verse.

By Angela Lansbury April 27 2016. Copyright.