The Bachelor

The bachelor stood by the patient door,
Anxiously looking down to the floor,
Only to spot three pieces of dust
That lifted and floated thus.

One had clips, one had bows,
The other had ribbon tied for show.
As significant as summoning a tool,
The bachelor couldn't help but pick up the broom
To sweep them into the corner of the room.


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