Dirt

Yet another poem inspired by my circumstances.

Dirt it has an evil soil

Dirt it really makes you toil

Vacuum sweep and wipe it out

Scrub it from your shower grout

Add some dish soap and it’s gone

It hides underneath your lawn

Comes in from your boots and shoes

Inside outside you must choose

Piles up on the window sill

Wash it off but its there still

Clogs the vacuum’s filter bad

Dirt it really makes me mad

Way too much dirt comes in here

Wipe those boots off will you dear?