A Pome a Day for a Year

A weak arm because of vigorous scrubbing,
but a smile of satisfaction is plastered
because I destroyed that dirt
and genocide germs with my own
bleach warfare!

I stand,
proud,
filthy,
content,
that I have kept the bathrooms safe
for another spell. Another period
of peace between me
and the bacteria who dare upset
the delicate balance of hygiene.

Take that grime!
Kerpow to uncleanliness!

If the rest of the house thinks
it is only the toilet getting hit,
then it better retreat into bunkers
because I have wipes in hands
and vacuum aside
for some full on annexing of
my living room!