What Am I Made Of?

What Am I Made Of?

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During an extremely nasty job, I felt compelled to write this literature on the subject.
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During an extremely nasty job, I felt compelled to write this literature on the subject.

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Submitted: October 17, 2008

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What Am I Made Of?

by Susan H Fouts

If I cringe at mold and mildew,

Kim and Aggie might get mad.

Their fortitude amazes me

Arming themselves with battle plan.

I find I'm hiding from the task

Of scrubbing, bleach and bottled wax.

I stare at task in disgust.

The enemy is hard to kill.

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Where is my strength, my purpose still?

Helpless am I as an empty till,

No sound of change or dollar bills.

Grace, grace, I speak to thee

Oh, to be mold and mildew free!

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Please Kim, please Aggie, don't yell at me

And call me dirty beggar.

I don't care, I'll rise and stand

And curse the task with battle plan.

I'll scrub the tiles, the tub, the sills.

I'll kill that scum that disgusts me so.

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And make the "queens of clean" so proud

That I have risen from my shroud

Of weakened death and strength so small

To arise and to stand tall.


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