These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Quality Assurance

Balloons they fill are oft quite large.
I tie them up, knots three or four.
Then fill the maker. It's my charge,
and throw them in the box outdoors.

Sometimes balleting through the store,
I walk on water, while I clean.
The spot unkempt it was before,
but now in victory, I preen.

Some rooms have need of rose perfume,
while paper snow falls all around.
My lemon mop is used to groom
the flooring 'til more grace abounds.

Great suction need the fibers laid
as squatters hide within their weaves.
Pristine, now, is the task obeyed.
The boss, she hies me now to leave.

by Jay O’Toole
on April 2nd, 2024