It has been a while since I read it, I admit;
Still, I’m fairly certain that Charles Lamb,
When he wrote his great essay on retirement,
“”The Superannuated Man,” did not say a word
About standing in the rain scrubbing a trash bin
With chlorine bleach.
He must have had a bin.
Did his sister Mary clean it? Or, perhaps,
When his friends – Keats and Coleridge,
Hazlitt and De Quincy and Jem White –
Grew worn from too much wine and wit
They picked up the rags and soapy water
And set to.