Oh Henry!

Oh Henry dear, what have you done?

I always thought that we had fun,

unwinding, zapping dusty ground

under beds and round and round,

you’ve never let me down before,

I’ve always had a dust free floor,

but now you’ve silted up inside

and when I looked I could have cried,

you used to be the cleanest here

but now you’ve lost that crown I fear,

you’ve really made a frightful mess

I hope we don’t have fussy guests,

for underneath your shiny smile

your belly bag burst and left a pile!

Ready?

Time to fix, recycle, sort

make a splendid space for thought

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Accoutrements will have to go

add-ons may disrupt the flow

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Stuffed up anger all turfed out?

Bag it; bin the old self-doubt

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Untangle guilty clasps and chains

dust yourself and breathe again.