There stood, in the janitor's room, A stiff male and soft female broom, And one day they said: "We ought to be wed, As broom-bride and handsome broom groom."
Soon after, she said "Darling hush," And Her voice then in torrents did rush, "I've gort a surprise, I cannot disguise, We'll soon have our own little brush!"
The groom, at the end of his tether, (Could have knocked him down with a feather,) [duster] "I really don't see How this thing can be, As yet dear we've not swept together."
Last updated: Tue, 8 Aug 2000.