My Sunday chore
Is to polish the car
Parked on the drive
Before we go far
I get out my bucket
With sponge and a leather
To clean it real good
Before the bad weather
Shampoo and shine
From water once clean
And each Sunday morning
You’ll see where I’ve been
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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