Their Clean Home Poem by Randy McClave

They live in a pristine house
You never see a roach or a mouse,
There's never no trash on the floor
And never not a smudge on the door.
Their widows are always nice and clean
Through them their manicured lawn is seen,
On their lawn there is never any garbage
All is seen is well kept yardage.
When they get in their truck or in their car
Whether they are driving near or far,
Their automobiles are always clean inside and out
Always without a doubt.
As they drive or walk down the street
Returning home from the store or from where they went to eat,
Then they become bitter
Outside their home they toss litter.

Randy L. McClave