Tis So Neat Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

I love leading a somewhat disorderly life
I am neat only when I haven't anything better to do.
do - due - dew

I must say this happens more than quite often...it happens, ...takes place or otherwise occurs...very frequently

Neatness interferes with my thinking... you may say something about my being lazy... noooooo. not at all

It presents itself as a constant in my life - as it is always there looking up at me asking curious questions about this or that

Having to dust makes me feel I am being dictated to by my furniture: and this is just a little tooooo much for me..

Forever dusting - dusting - dusting me off to make me appear better or worse.... depending on your point of view...

You do indeed look better to me as a piece of furniture... (that is) ...your being 'Dusty'... then this shall be... a good nick name for you...don't you agree?

Dusty....