They say doing house work, is a
form of exercise, it can help you
shed, a pound or two! Over the
years, I've done my share, but I
haven't noticed, anything new.
When I get started, I work like a
demon, there isn't a place, I don't
reach. I have every kind of
cleaning device, not forgetting,
my trusty old gallon, of bleach.
Before I'm finished, no corner
is left unturned, I make sure
everything, is spic and span.
To me, cleanliness, is next to
godliness, that's the kind of
person, I am! So to squelch,
all those rumors, about losing
weight, as you go on a cleaning
jag, the only thing you'll derive
from it, is a dirty old mop and a
rag!
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