Comet on the metal sink turns into mysterious green foam
as the lady in yellow gloves stretched up to her elbows
mashes a misshapen wad of crocheted plastic bits in the
corners striving for a new sink- different from the sink
that lazed around the kitchen yesterday.

Easy-Off soaks into the grease from yesterday's oven
as a new oven will emerge in two hours like a phoenix
from hamburger ashes and last month's casserole overflow.

In the bathroom, a cleanser soaks into the pores of the
tub where soap scum, skin cells, and renegade hairs
have gathered with a coup d'etat in mind. Little do
they know there is a new regime to take over and the
governance of the bathroom shall be cleaner than before.

When the vacuum has declared war and the carpets liberated
of dust and pet hair, the cleaning lady will take a hot
shower and slather herself in body wash, shampoo, bath oil
and conditioner. She will disperse the thick fog and appear
to the glory and vindication of every product: "Like New!"