My bathroom has a certain
Kind of freshness and a shine,
The carpet’s been so kindly groomed
The rolls all neatly cornered.
My bathroom.
It has a majestic type of glow
The kind that lets’ you know,
Of just what happens
When you’re cleaned
And when you’re not alone.
My bathroom.
People who clean bathrooms
Then leave them for enjoyment,
Know how much their work is loved
By those of us who need them.
© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 1998/2012
Once again , the author briliantly exploits the observations of the everyday situations to regale the reader with an understated wry wit.