Memoirs of the Mundane - Bathroom Poem

"Poets are those who muddy their waters to make them appear deep" —Nietzsche

I've never much cared for poetry, so what could be more mundane that writing (or reading) a poem about the task of cleaning a bathroom?

Bathroom Poem

Saturday, oh what a day
To clean the bathroom while others go out to play.
But it must be done
So suck it up, and on with "the fun".

Wipe the toilet, make it clean
Spray off the mirrors, give them back their sheen.
Now on to the sink, scrub scrub scrub
After that, it's on to the tub.

Restock the t.p. up to the top
Now that that's done, it's time for the mop.
But where is the mop? It's gone—out of view!
Stolen by diaper Dan, who just barely turned two.

Now it is clean, the contrast from before appears rather starkly
Everything as it should be: perfect, radiant, and sparkly.
I leave now to place the mop back behind it's door
And return to the bathroom to find someone has peed all over the floor!

That someone will not survive the day.