https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s60hOgqLFGg
There was trouble there was no doubt,
For in a house of men there were issues
Where cleaning was concerned.
There was trouble brewing,
Concern growing and a lot of worry.
Dusting was not high on any agenda
As for polishing, what’s that you say?
For the mites came and went as they pleased
The tracks through the grime
Like jungle paths of creeping lantana
Never bothered the boys but the mites complained
As it slowed down their mitiness
And they dreaded the day the duster came out
And upset their cultured ecosystem.
There was trouble there was no doubt
For the bathroom was no better,
It was a place to be scrubbed clean
How could it get so grubby?
When constantly water flowed?
The toilet itself was another issue
As boys who don’t take care
Splash and drip and leave their mark.
There was trouble there was no doubt
When the woman came to stay
Looked about and announced most clear
“This just wont do.
I’m not placing my china best
Upon this dusty shelf
And I certainly wont be placing my derriere
Upon this filthy seat.”
Trouble had in fact come to stay
So cleaning clothes and dusters many
Were sent into the fray.
Surfaces cleaned and faces gleamed
Mirrors shined and toilets discovered
And Trouble smiled and said
“Dear boys I knew you could all do it.”
In a dark corner in a dark room
The mites gathered and plotted a plan
Dust to dust and mites are mites
They chanted into the dark
Just as Trouble surface sprayed.
Morpethroad 
I enjoyed your poem, Michael 🙂 trouble, indeed!
Thank you ladylee, yes there was trouble indeed….
Ah, this is a wonderful perspective on trouble Michael 🙂 one which each of us face in our own home. Especially love the closing lines. Beautifully penned.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Thank you Sanaa, you are very generous in your comment.
Enjoy your weekend….
When women enter the picture, there’s always trouble. 😀
Well not always Cathy, some can be downright pleasurable to have around…
As can some men. 🙂
Well I guess so….thanks for the vote of confidence. There are a few blogs I know where men cop a beating and often I fear it is justified…
Lol, can’t help laughing for I can only imagine a house full of men. Might I suggest hiring a cleaning crew before the woman comes to stay? 😀
Ha, you think we couldn’t do it? You jest dear lady I am sure, any full blooded male can swing a duster as good as any half blooded male……but boys will be boys sadly when it comes to toilets……heheheheehe…..thank you Mandy always pleased to provide you with a giggle….
I know as a fact any man can wield a duster and mop and toilet brush equal to any woman–problem is they don’t see quite as well sometimes, and aren’t as offended quite so easily, lol. Providing laughs comes quite easy for you, Michael, and I do thank you for that 🙂
Always my pleasure…..
I love those troublesome dust mites! Clever poem, Michael… works well with the prompt!
Thank you Lori.
Thanks for the reblog the other day, I now have one new follower.
You are welcome, Michael… wish it had been more than one! but glad you gained at least something out of it 🙂