Poker AFTER (GUARDIAN)
Where are the vessels? Where is the radio?
Where is the poker? The maid in usual tone
Raises her voice against the mystery of missing
Objects. What a cunning world we live in? she
Screams ; always scheming and plundering is the
way of the world. Pepper and
salt always nil
in the bottles, easily transported to a paper or
portable
plastic container. Oh! Maintaining the house is
onerous task indeed, she mumbles clearing all
grains split on the floor by mishap of rattling
from the cupboard. Oil smeared on gas oven,
will take months together to wipe and clean
the soot . Her lady was away for a week,
maid became slowly slackened and other
subordinates became culprits in outlook
and action.
Maid shudders and shivers in
shoes; thinking how best to answer her head.
The cupboards and
slabs all hungry now
Adding to her hunger and anger.
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