Roses and Bread

The house is getting dirty, she can’t face it
The vacuum cleaner’s burnt out, lying dead
She knows she’ll have to save up to replace it
She wants a life of roses not just bread
And sucking up the dust from crusty carpets
Is never going to give her quite the pleasure
Of thumbing dusty pages at the markets
To clear the cranial cobwebs finding treasure
She finds herself a smart and clean manoeuvre
The bookshelves are all full now in the backroom
And stacks of volumes standing in the shed
‘Cos though she knows she really needs a hoover
Each time she has the money for a vacuum
She buys herself a book to read instead

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