The Swiffer pads won't cut it.
Blood sometimes can get thick.
I didn't mean to kill him.
But, geez., I threw the brick.
Who knew I would have such good aim?
It seemed a cowboy 's trick.
No geriatric aim's so true.
I can't often hit a lick.
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So, he bled like he was trying to paint,
The entire kitchen floor.
He is still giving pain to me,
Leaving me with gore.
I have used up all the towels,
But there must be some more.
As usual he gives me problems,
But who's keeping score.
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I found the linen cabinet.
I am saved at last.
It's all cleaned up and sparkling.
Blood is in the past.
Everything is put up.
His "die" has now been cast.
When the need is very great,
I can and do move fast.
