Originally posted on greenfairydotcom

It is said that Sylvia Plath used to write villanelles in her science lessons to relieve the tedium of the subject.

*cough*

Dusting My Bookshelves - A Villanelle

I've got my yellow duster, I've got my Mr Sheen.
Though other folks I'm told like to get into the nooks
I tickle down the spines and wipe up in between.

I'm rarely ever troubled by what can scarce be seen
I find I can't be bothered to upend any books
I've got my yellow duster, I've got my Mr Sheen.

Though once upon a blue moon I've been known to get quite keen
And twizzle dampened terry towel in corners and in crooks
I tickle down the spines and wipe up in between.

Thank arse for pale wood shelving on which dust specks rarely gleam
Blessed Ikea flatpack done up with bolts and hooks
I've got my yellow duster, I've got my Mr Sheen.

If you ask me words are better when they're never truly clean
(A theory at which my mother cocks many polysemic snooks)
I tickle down the spines and wipe up in between.

I'm afraid my tiny library will never be pristine
But while my friends and family persist with puzzled looks -
I've got my yellow duster, I've got my Mr Sheen.
I tickle down the spines and wipe up in between.

That grinding noise is Sylvia spinning in her grave. Still, I'm getting quite into this now.

We could be here some time.

Tomorrow - a triolet on scented sanitary products!