Broom In The Corner Poem by Pamela lutwyche

At work there lives a broom in the corner,
It seems he only has eyes for a few.
one of them is Pam and another one, is Sue.

He likes to dance and to be led around the room,
he likes the feel of the dirt and the fluff.
He loves to be banged on the floor,
just so he can make little dust puffs.

The sweeping motion he does love,
He loves being swung to and fro.
He likes to sweep under the table,
or by the window where we keep, the radio.

He only comes out once a day,
and he does keep the place spick and spam.
He does all this out of love,
and he seems to be Pam's young man.