An Imaginary Angel Helped Tidy My House. Comical Poem 817 by Angela Lansbury.

Broom, dustpan, and waterproof apron featuring comical cats. Photo by Angela Lansbury.

Mess! I day-dreamed I had an angel

To tidy up my hopeless house

It worked whilst I dreamed at night

Like Beatrix Potter's helpful mouse

I woke and went around my house

Did a fearful quick inspection

I kicked things on the floor aside

Under their, start here, direction

After one minute, I did two

I saw there was so much to do

Told angel cleaner, 'I'll help you -

I'll just do this one small section

'While I'm at it, I'll clean the floor

And later I'll hoover some more.'

I'm impressed what lost things I find

Books sorted, could be found when blind

I'm sure you'd like to ask me

How to contact my angel friend?

And if they're free, you'll borrow one

Just read this note I'll gladly send

I did not need much reflection

On my room and task selection

But if you're tired and faint-hearted

The secret's simple. Get started

Imagine a helpful angel

Stands near, pointing the direction

Planning to return for photos,

Before and after inspection

What's heart-warming and impressive

Is how much, solo, I have done

Simply imagining we're two

'though all this work was done by one.

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Hover with a Hoover comic poem number 438 by Angela Lansbury

Vacuum cleaner. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

 

I hover with my handy\Hoover

My work gives me so much joy

While God waters gardens with his rain

Clean carpets look new again

From wall to wall and door to door

Clear the floor and clear the mess

A clean carpet, a spotless floor

This focus drives out all my stress

I spot the white spots and the black

The noise warns insects stay away

That naughty dust must all go back

I'm having such a brilliant day.

All life's problems solved by cleaning

Others work from seven to eleven

I've the secret of life's meaning

I stay at home but I'm in heaven.

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Why I Must Dust - And You Must Dust! Comic poem 1

You'll Dust I Trust

by Hazel Nutter

I have to dust 'though I'd feel better

Painting pictures or penning a letter

If I left dust I'd cough and wheeze

My allergies would make me sneeze

I'd have red eyes, I'd sniff and snore

And so, although it is a chore

I'll Hoover, wash and dust some more

Clean folk live longer - that's the score

One boyfriend's flat was full of dust

His health and sense I did not trust

In his dust, large, I wrote my name

He'd dust before his next girl came!

I'm happy when I'm neat and clean

I'm glad Hoovers came on the scene

The new clean sweeps kept all alive

Before, graves tell, kids died by five

I knew someone really dirty

Don't know him now - he died at thirty

For me, cleaning's an hour or two

Then ten hours gained to write for you.

A restaurant, hotel, cafe

Will watch its business walk away

if everything is full of rust

Their profits lying in the dust.

What falls in open, cracked, milk jugs?

What lurks in dirty, long-haired rugs?

What feeds dust mites which feed bed bugs?

My friends who dust deserve my hugs.

2014 Feb 24

Written in response to the poem on Dust if you must reproduced in Facebook.

Comic poem number 1.

About the Author Of This Post, Angela

Angela Lansbury, travel researcher/writer and photographer, author and speaker. 

Author of Wedding Speeches & Posts, Etiquette for Every Occasion, Quick Quotations, Who Said What When?

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Feb 19 2022. I revised what fall in open white milk jugs

white jugs or white milk, to cracked, not just dust, but cracks, although the subject matter is dust.

I revised My friends who dust will win my hugs

I changed the alliteration to another alliteration which sounded more natural, 

to read My friends who dust deserve my hugs.

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