There stood, in the janitor’s room,
A stiff male and soft female broom,
And one day they said:
“We ought to be wed,
As broom-bride and handsome broom groom.”
Soon after, she said “Darling hush,”
And her voice then in torrents did rush,
“I’ve got a surprise,
I cannot disguise,
We’ll soon have our own little brush!”
The groom, at the end of his tether,
(Could have knocked him down with a feather,) [duster]
“I really don’t see
How this thing can be,
As yet dear we’ve not swept together.”
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