Poetry

The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring cleaning. First with brooms, then with dusters, then on ladders and steps and chairs, till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and an aching back and weary arms.
   Spring was moving in the air above and in the air below and around him even his dark and lowly little house. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said "No more spring cleaning!" and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat.

- The Wind in the Willows

Mole worked hard

all the morning, spring cleaning

first with brooms, then with dusters

on ladders, steps, and chairs

with dust in his throat and eyes

and aching in his back and weary arms

spring was in the air

above, below, and around

even his dark and lowly little house

and suddenly

he flung down his brush to the floor

"No more spring cleaning!" he shouts

upon bolting out of the house

without even putting on his jacket