The filth quietly collected,
grimey and dirty and full of grease,
all around the kitchen
for what seemed like years.
All was good with the world
until the evil mop came
to dispel the peace.

With a bucket of ammonia
and a couple of swipes,
the mop and awful intentions
began its attack
on the decades of degradation
captured in that kitchen.
The mop would move
and the dregs would disappear.

Wiping and washing,
the heinous mop would bring about
the destruction of the decay all around the dining area.
It was disgusting.
How dare the mop do that!
It was malicious, that thing was.

Finally, when the germs were gone
and the vicinity was spotless
the wicked wiper went away
not to be seen again.

Its legend lives on, though
and the evil mop is still whispered about
wherever the filth lingers,
fearing for its future.