Dust! Poem by Robert Dunbar

Its full of bacteria, made from dirt and found all over,
On your kitchen floor and on a dog called Rover.

You try to clean it and it just moves somewhere new,
If you have an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder it makes you feel blue.

A cure to eradicate this ever growing problem is a must,
The horrible thing I talk about goes by the name… Dust.

I Was Told I Could Not Write A Poem About Dust, So Just Had To Do It. :)