The thin gray layer of particles
which appears as if by magic,
Makes me want to tear my hair
and act the heroine quite tragic.
But Lo! I will NEVER concede
defeat to this vile invader,
I will ever swear my vengence
and stay strong as a contender.
So FEAR NOT, my house, to you
I will remain strong, faithful and true,
Unto my last breath, sparring with duster in hand
vanquishing the foe with the war cry of "Adieu"!*
THE END
( * "Off With Its Head" would have been so much more dramatic but writing the rest of the stanza would take too much time. And I have three more rooms yet to conquer...)
