Three Minute Stories — The Broom
THE BROOM
Swish!
swish!
swish!
swish!
A servant does my lady wish?
Here I hang against the wall, Spruce and slender, straight and tall.
Take me down, and then, you know, Swiftly to my work I’ll go.
[Illustration] Steady, even strokes and strong!
So I sweep the dust along.
Throw the windows wide, that so Out the dusky cloud may go.
Swish, and swish!
now whirl away!
No more dust for us to-day!
In the corners now I rout, Poking every atom out.
At the ceiling now I dash: Lurking spiders feel my lash.
Cobweb, fly, and spider grey, Out you come!
away!
away!