Dust and Cobwebs
Some thoughts on encroachment
Dust and Cobwebs.
My dust it creeps
and seldom sleeps
in downy heaps
my cobwebs drape
their gossamer capes
on corner scapes
These cluttered rooms
all keepsake's tombs
are spider looms
unseen these blights
form every night
feeding dust mites
Microscopically they forge
in hungry packs as one
they gorge upon my house
a well-known smorgasbord
I guess I should be grateful
that my unkempt waste
helps keep them fat
Thank God their not bulimic
S P L A T !!
To solve this plague
soon I must Pledge
to let my featherduster wedge
it's quilling strokes across each ledge
then let it wing high up in space
to briefly nest in every place
that cobwebs dare to show thier face
all dressed in lace
But at this time I just don't care
and so I find I sit and stare
at dust and cobwebs everywhere.
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III