Submissions by doppelganger

The sun is abundant, the shade scarce,
The work incessant, the break, a farce,
With glee at start, despair at end,
The signs are plenty, but tough to parse.

The broom is presented with difficulty old,
Must he be usual or try to be bold,
The ones around were fat and thin,
They came and went, produced and sold.

They say to him, sweeping is great fun,
Once you start sweeping, you’re second to none,
You swing and dance, eat dust and make merry,
This is what you were born to do; this is what is to be done.

The shop is chatty when the...