Wet Swiffer, I love you.
The way your scent fills the air as you collect Chloe’s shed hair.
I love your saturated pads.
I love that you swipe over my rads.
I think I’ll use you everywhere – on the floor even the chair.
I think you’re wetness is divine, you impress me every time.
Since I met you on Sunday
You have earned my adoration. I will never endeavor to clean a floor without you at my cleaning station.