.3. Window-Cleaner Poem by David Threadgold

A ladder appeared at my window today
It comes every Monday, not long does it stay
Stopping for nothing, a man with a leather
Climbed rung by rung and in all kinds of weather

His bucket of water is always so dirty
I daren’t say a word as he often gets shirty
He splattered my windows with smears oh so many
Then asked for his money and checked every penny

Each week it’s the same windows splattered with muck
And I can’t see a lot through my filthy outlook
One thing I know you can see where he’s been
But I wish just for once that my windows were clean



© 2008 David Threadgold
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