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Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the school
Many teachers were panicking, some even with drool.
The scores were being entered into Gradebook with a prayer,
In the hopes that winter break would soon be there.
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The children were hyped on cookies and sugar,
How in the world would anyone add rigor.
With the Administrators still doing their walk throughs,
Didn't they know that it's time to throw off our shoes.
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When out in the break room there arose such noise,
There was mess enough to lose one's poise.
Away to the refrigerator as the door wouldn't close,
One could only wonder what was left to decompose.
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The last one to shove their empty container in
Was the same one who didn't learn from their original sin,
When, asking for nothing in return, should come out,
But someone who cleaned your mess up, no doubt.
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With a broom, a rag and a spritz of cleaner,
You would think your mess would make them meaner.
Instead, in the Holiday Spirit of being so nice,
They cleaned up your untidiness before came the mice:
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Now Windex! Now Lysol!
Now Clorox and Ajax!
On Comet! On Swiffer!
On Oxi and Resolve!
To the top of the fridge!
To the top of the grate!
Now clean away! Clean away!
Clean away all!
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As the dried and smelly crumbs flew,
The old containers and bags began to accrue
Digging through the shelves they stacked,
Were the remnants of lunches once prepacked.
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And then in a moment, I heard from a lurker
the moaning and groaning of a disgusted coworker.
As I tried to hide and pretend, I wasn't there,
In rushed the person with a scary stare.
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They were dressed like me, no sequins no flash,
Perhaps, there was a small tear on their eyelash.
A backpack full of supplies they held,
Please clean up after yourself they wished they yelled.
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Their eyes - how they sagged! Their dimples not there!
Their cheeks were sunken, their nose blew out hot air!
Their lips were pursed together with a frown,
As the hair on their chins prepared for a beat down.
The grinding of their teeth sounded quite trite,
While the steam from their head was ready for the plight.
They had a soul and heart of good deeds,
That collapsed right there before their own needs.
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One might think that this was a magic elf,
That came in the lounge at night by their self.
With a quick look in the mirror I had seen
Was your peer just wanting to keep it clean.
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They spoke, not a word, but kept wiping the fridge down,
And rinsed all the rags that obviously had turned brown.
And holding their nose so not to snort,
They kept on cleaning like a good sport.
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They finished the job, to their coworkers gave a wink,
And to home they flew without making a stink.
But I heard them exclaim as they were walking down the hall,
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"Next time clean up your own mess! Happy Christmas to all!"
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