The Cheesy Chore On My Floor Poem by John Sensele

I drop my guard and rabble raps my door
Which welcomes no anachronistic arrays
To dampen the mood on my floor.

I watch on the beach as she reaches the shore
Where in remorse for me she prays
Cos I drop my guard and rabble raps my door.

Next, deep recesses in my mind roar
When on my heart spirituality she sprays
To dampen the mood on my floor.

I pick myself up although I feel sore
Gladys, by dint of pleas, my fears allays
As I drop my guard and rabble raps my door.

In a twist of fate, I dig deep into my stamina store
Hoping my reluctance Gladys no more waylays
To dampen the mood on my floor.

Tired but fired up, I opt to organise the cheesy chore
When in the end Gladys my silence slays
As I drop my guard and rabble raps my door
To dampen the mood on my floor.