Cleaners Find

Cleaners find
Traces left behind.
Their bachelor boss so staid
With a pretty maid,
They see in their mind’s eye
As fresh sheets are laid
On the stolid old bed.

When cleaners dust
And discover a girl’s misplaced jewel
Perchance they may
Ponder on lust
And think their master a fool.
But, being paid to clean
They leave the ring,
Or some such thing
As though unseen,
In the same place.
While their imagination runs wild …

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