I use our nicest towels to clean messes on the floors.
When I find Mommy’s keys I go to put them right away.
I know that she won’t lose them in my special hiding place.
Some sticky candy on the floor will make my Mom a grouch;
I always help by stuffing it real far down in the couch.
My Mommy says that junk is all that she gets in the mail,
So any envelopes I find go in the garbage pail.
I do my work in secret so that nobody can see.
I wonder what my mom would say if she knew it was me?
Happy National Poetry Month, everyone!
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