Old dogs and horses were allowed into the hotel
So there was always a cleaner cleaning
One created the need for the other
Surfaces spotless windows gleaming
Wherever she was in the huge wooden house
She was complaining of the mess and her daily ills
Groaning she sweeps floors wipes ledges and sills
Wise enough to know the animal wasn't to blame
It was the hotel owner
Whose whim was so delicate so special
It was three decades of being spoilt by his parents
Over esteemed believing people were tool metal
The old dogs and horses seasonally shedding furr
Occassionally walking in filth
The cleaner kept up despite health
The old hotel her life's purpose
On the whim of the proprietor
Who had to boast of certain things
Maintain certain appearances
Having people serve him like a king
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