The Gypsy Skivvy Poem by Edna Sweetlove

In a dull London flat
Lives a skivvy they call the Gypsy
She will sweep all your floors
And clear away all your mess.

Everything will come right
If you only employ the Gypsy;
She can tell at a glance
That your house needs a good Spring clean.

She looked at my sink and said
That my dishes were all too dirty
And yes I knew in my heart
The mice had played there so free.

But she’ll come here no more
As I don’t want to employ the Gypsy
Now my house is dust free
And I’ll sack her today, no worries.