I am a cleaning cloth,
Washed and ready to serve,
I wait in my drawer,
With my friends, all alike.
I am made to scrub and shine,
To wipe away the grime,
To polish and to scour,
To make everything feel fine.
But sometimes I am overlooked,
Left to gather dust,
Forgotten in the corner,
Unneeded, I must.
But when the time arrives,
And my purpose is clear,
I am called upon to work,
To help make everything appear.
I am scrubbed and wrung and used,
I work until the job is done,
I may be dirty and worn,
But I have helped to make it fun.
And when my task is finished,
I am washed and hung to dry,
I rest until the next time,
When I will be ready to try.
I am a cleaning cloth,
Ready to serve with might,
I am here to clean and shine,
To make everything feel right.
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Miss Riya
Writer. Model.
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