Clean Living Housemate

I lived with a pig

And hoped one day

To live

With a clean living housemate

A wish

I’d eventually live to regret

Even more of a curse

All his habits were worse

And his standards were frankly a ball-ache

Cleaning bins in the bath

Shushing each dirty laugh

Swipes a sponge under each lifted tea cup

At the first sign of tears

A Dyson appears

And I’m crying whilst lifting my feet up