Even when she cleaned the house
She always dressed her best
Can’t answer the door to neighbors
Looking like anything less

She donned her favorite red
Black pumps completed the look
Vacuuming, here and there
Getting every cranny and nook

She dressed to impress, no doubt
A woman with savoir-faire
If the others talked about her style
She never really cared

Maybe she needed someone else
But there never was a trace
Perhaps one day he’d come along
And help around the place

So meticulous, in all she did
Never leaving anything to chance
She continued with the vacuuming
In the hopes she’d suck up romance

Writing Prompt – Fastidious Matters – Day 18/30

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