The Cleaning Lady Poem by Randy McClave

She told me that she'd clean my house
If I'd buy her a low cut blouse,
And she wouldn't mind sweeping up the dirt
If I would buy her a very short tartan skirt.
She then told me that she would happily cook my meals
If I'd buy her stiletto high heels,
And for her pay I would not ever need to barter
I can seductively place a twenty, in her garter.
She knows that it is hard for a man to clean his house
Especially when he has not a girlfriend or a spouse,
Then she told me for that one day
She'd be the wife or girlfriend, in every needing way.
She said no jobs are ever forbidden to ask
As long as I bought her a Japanese face mask,
And as a bonus if my soul needed to mend
She wouldn't mind bringing along her girlfriend.

Randy L. McClave