THE ULTIMATE CLOTH

I brag the Ultimate Cloth

transformed my life.

We gave one to everyone

in the neighborhood for Christmas;

aunts, brothers, sisters, children, friends.

With the following note:

They are too good to be true.

There’s got to be a catch.

I’ve never had so much fun cleaning.

I wipe off pictures with glass over them

that I have dusted but never figured out

exactly how to clean without taking a chance

on water damage;

clean shower doors that have never been cleaned;

mirrors, windows, TV and computer screens, light switches—.

Everything sparkles

  Oh, and it does a marvelous job on the floors.

 They haven’t been so shinny since they were new.

I want to share them with everyone.

It doesn’t take much to be converted.

I am thrilled.

Also, the ebony Baby Grand Piano

that has always been an enigma.

Once a year I put lemon oil on it to clean it

but it’s not supposed to have oil;

it doesn’t soak in.

It has never looked so grand.

Eyeglasses, fans, antique lamp, glass table top;

popcorn popper; countertops, shower  walls, sinks, tub;

chrome will glisten.

 There is no end.

Lights!

The cloth that changed my life!

We also bought the Ultimate Mop.

With the January rain and thaw

Gnocchi tracks mud into the house

Each and every time he wanders in.

“Come on in, Gnocchi,” I say gleefully,

“track up my floor so I can use my new mop.”