The Night Before Cleaning

Twas the night before cleaning, when clutter filled the house.
Not a vacuum was whirring no helper would rouse.
The laundry had sung, “Come wash me if you dare.”
Mom hoped that the children would clean there fair share.

The siblings were nestled with “Game-toys” in hand.
While visions of high scores through each young mind ran.
Yes, mama sat frustrated, the cat in her lap,
Who soon dug his sharp claws through her thighs. What a zap!

Then, all of a sudden the chores didn’t matter.
She sprang to her feet; while, she screamed obscene chatter!
Away from her, quick! He ran in a flash.
He slid and he shuddered; and thought he’d be mash.

But, soon, she did rest; and her face was aglow.
She thought of a fine way to make clutter go.
When what to their wondering eyes brought great fear?
But mama with a trashcan, their stuff she slid near.

With an all-knowing grin, so widely she smiled.
They knew in a moment, possessions there, piled.
More rapid than lightning, she’d throw out the same.
So they pleaded and shouted and put down each game.

Now come on, please Mama together those three chimed.
Throwing out possessions has no reason or rhyme.
We will clean every inch of our rooms down the hall.
We’ll dash away! Wash away! We’ll clean it all!

They washed many clothes; they had so much to fold.
Motivation, their obstacle; mother did scold.
Now, go to the upstairs; take your toys with you, too.
Put each one in its place; so, upstairs three flew.

And when, there was music they soon were aloof.
There, dancing and prancing was fun; that’s the truth.
Then, Mom peeked in the room she soon looks all around.
Oh, my goodness! Those three were about to sit down.

They were stressed. Still, they knew, that they must do the work.
So they strived and they sang though they wanted to shirk.
A bundle of toys in a sack that was black.
Would be out of sight before mama came back.
Brown eyes how they twinkled! The idea was cheery!
They must all be careful, and quiet and wary.
The plan in his head had started to grow,
Twas a plot that would help them soon to games go.

But try as he might, their support squelched by fears.
All his planning and begging just fell on deaf ears,
They had sad faces and their statement was chilling.
“We will clean up this room; although it’s not thrilling.”

Their choice was the right one; they put toys on their shelves.
And his laughs didn’t faze them as they worked by themselves.
A blink of the eye, they were fast as a flash,
They shelved all their toys and they picked up the trash.

They spoke not a word; they had finished their work.
The one stood there watching, his toil he did shirk.
Mom’s praise to them lingered as sweet as a rose.
Give heed to this tale, about house cleaning woes!

She opened the door and read him the epistles.
And away those two flew singing songs merged with whistles.
And he heard them exclaim as they as they ran out of sight.
“We did all our chores, we’ll be gaming tonight!

The Night Before Cleaning


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Artist's Description

This story poem is an entertaining parody of “Twas the Night Before Christmas” It describes in rhythmic humor a good way to make those naughy or nice children become very nice when it comes to cleaning chores. It deals with a common family issue, cleaning chores, in an amusing way that teens and parents, alike, are sure to enjoy

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