An Ode To Cleaning House Nude

I sing the joys of
Cleaning my house nude.
Not a stitch of clothing on
To encumber my labors.

I'll dust and sweep and mop,
Do the windows and the dishes
And the laundry; all done
As natural as the day I was born.

I'll organize and pick up the clutter
Of life and love and of all
That makes our home our home
And our lives our lives.

The summer's sun will heat my shoulders
As I garden and cut the grass.
I thank God for our private
And fence enclosed backyard.

After the day's (or night's) endeavours done
I'll sit in my home and
Enjoy the fruits of my labors -
Nude.