Spring Fresh Cleaning

New day. New poem.
When I'm cleaning the tub
I give the walls a little scrub
But when I look close I see
A big black ring staring at me

I go to find a certain orange box
The one with powder clumps and rocks
Baking soda on the ring, smear it around
And sure enough, the dirt has drowned

New poem., everybody. Enjoy.
Bubble gum... all pink and chewy
Falls on the ground... super gooey

Makes a real big mess
Gives me headaches, and stress

But if I get a cube of ice
Rub it on the gum once or twice
The gum gets hard and is easy to peel
So relieved is how I feel

Okay, not sure if poem made it. Here it is again

Dust Balls

Dust balls, dust balls to and fro
How I hate you, oh I hate you so
You roll out from underneath my vacuum cleaner
Making me scrunch down which hurts my spleener
The worst part is, I think I’m done and put the vacuum away
Here comes another dust ball rolling along the way...