The Carpet Cleaner

This is a poem about an unsung hero: the carpet cleaner. I wanted to tell people about how great this profession was. Share this with a friend. Together we can spread the word about the awesomeness of carpet cleaners!

The Carpet Cleaner

I stood there with my good ol' vacuum.
The Carpet was full of dirt gloom. 

 I had never seen such a dirty floor.
I prepared myself to run out the door.
A carpet cleaner, this was my job.

My partner's name was Frank, mine was Bob.

The carpet was tan, though it was supposed to be white.

To clean that carpet, we'd be there all night.

I looked at Frank, he looked at me. 

I took a deep breath and started to clean. 

As I vacuumed and scrubbed, the carpet looked fine.

On this carpet, you could even dine!

We finished at midnight, I heard the bell.

We were done, and the carpet looked swell!