I love this poem. For one thing, I hate to dust. It just floats around in the air and comes back down once you leave the room. As soon as you move it around, you breath it and then you have dust on your furniture, in the air, and in your lungs. It really is better to leave it alone and go have some fun!
I've pretty much felt this way for years, so I was very happy to see it in print. Thank you, Jane, for posting this on facebook. I think I'm going to hang it in the kitchen and read it everyday so I don't feel guilty when I don't dust.
Now, I think I'll go paint a picture!