The cleaner’s day off
Had at last arrived.
To a fanfare
Picnic baskets were packed
Holiday clothes the order of the day
No scarves, no buckets or mops
Most of all no dusters
No polish and definitely no shining.
They gave not a toss
To the gathering dust
The creeping tarnish
The frowns of those for whom they cleaned.
This was their day off
The one-day in the year
Where thoughts turned from work
To those of the rich and idle.
They relaxed under wide umbrellas
Ate the food of kings
Sang their songs
For somewhere over the rainbow
Lay their promised land.
Written for: https://ionanerissa.wordpress.com/2016/02/17/hump-day-poetry-week-2/
Morpethroad 
Oh. You painted such a happy day through your simple yet beautiful words. 🙂
Thank you Rose so happy I could.
Yes, you surely could. 🙂
This day sounds like the Unites States, “Labor Day.” Lovely poem!
Thank you Joy, have a great day.
You also, Michael!
Wonderful poem, Michael! After watching one too many episodes of Downton Abbey lately, this reminds me of the few occasions when they staff took days off for picnics and fun. Well-written! Thanks for joining me for another week of Hump Day Poetry!
My pleasure Lori. Isn’t Downton Abbey the best show. I just finished watching series Five.
It really is a great show. I am on the last season now, watching it via Netflix rentals. So I won’t give any spoilers!
No I shalt either, enjoy it .