poem #54: A Guest Request

Confession time. I really only clean my house in preparation for a guest. Really. I mean, it's not a sty in between those times but mopping? Nope. Dusting? Nope. Cleaning out the corners? Nuh - uh; not really done until I have the appropriate impetus...an upcoming visit from a guest. What this results in is a happy circumstance of me wanting to have a party not just to party, but also to tidy up. I wrote a poem about it.