Going Too Far

by Mildred Howells

Posted by Poornima in her blog, A Spoonful of Ideas, and tweaked in a comment by Karen Humphries

A Woman who lived in Holland of old,
Polished her brass till it shone like gold,
She washed her pig after all it’s meals,
In spite of his energetic squeals.

She scrubbed her doorstep, into the ground,
And the children’s faces pink and round,
She washed so hard that in several cases,
She polished the features off their faces.

Until, to the rage of all the people,
she cleaned the weather-vane right off the steeple.
As she looked at the sky one one summer’s night,
she thought that the stars shone out less bright.

She said with a sigh,If I were up there ,
I’d scrub them all up till the world would stare
That night a storm began to brew,
and a wind from the ocean blew and blew

till when she came to her door next day,
it whisked her up, and blew her away.
Up and up in the air so high,
that she vanished, at last, in the stormy sky.

Since then it’s said that each twinkling star
and the big white moon, shine brighter by far.
But the neighbors shake their heads in fear,
she may rub so hard they will disappear.