My life is, yes
Sir, no Sir, anything you want Sir,
Oh dear, windows
need a clean, all quite a blur,
Dusting, bending,
stretching, every day cleaning,
Mopping & on
knees, until everything is gleaming.
Linen stripped
& laundered & on the line it billows,
Mini bar is
stocked & a chocolate upon your pillows,
Bathroom is
shining & shoes polished & daily buffed,
The cushions on
your sofa are fluffed & daily puffed.
Room service on a
tray & served up upon your whim,
Fresh flowers in a
vase, arranged & neatly trimmed,
Carpets vacuumed,
beds made & towels daily changed,
All neat &
tidy, same routine daily, every day arranged.
Surely you won´t
begrudge if I snoop in all your things,
Trying on your
hats, your jackets, dresses & your rings,
Sneaking the quiet
cigarette & reading all your news,
While I sit upon
your bed & my feet within your shoes.
A grape from your
free fruit bowl, a sneaky little drink,
Nobody knows, all
in secret & before a soul can blink,
Entering in your room,
all´s clean & bed is freshly made,
No one´s any wiser,
to secrets of the simple chambermaid.
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