Mops , brushes, poison.
Cleaning house sucks donkeyballs
and dries out your hands.
(From Haiku Mama)
This poem illustrates a few of the several reasons I invite the fairies to my house once a month.
One of the reasons I chose to share this particular Haiku is because I apparently am channeling my inner 12 year old boy tonight as the word donkeyballs has been making me giggle like one gone mad.