Mr. Clean

had a thing

for little 409—

a scrubbing bubble,

made for trouble,

scented lemon-lime.

 

A Brawny guy

–and just as fly

as paper he promoted

he spiked

her span,

lined her cans,

and on him–number doted.

 

And all was well,

until she fell,

into kitchen basin…

jammin’ drain

(but cleaning stains)

her heartbeat doubled…racin’..

 

Would hero–hers,

be Janitor

drummin’ up some business?

or Mr. Bowl

now, oh so old,

to salvage

cleaning citrus?

 

Neither, nor,

it turned out

—4

–09 had a handle,

on more than grime,

and double-time,

she leveraged self–

from channel.

 
 
 

daily prompt: clean