Mask Force

The day had finally come, To visit Mrs P, To move the clutter, All hassle free.

Some of it misplaced, Some of it out of place, So Conroy and I got to work, To create some space.

Some of it disuse, Some of it randomness, Like a sewing machine, That had no longer no use.

Some of it new, Some of it historical, Like a mini cast iron, And some other tool.

The carpet stained, Like an ancient map, Drawers filled with treats, Now that's a fact.

We kept aside all the essentials, Room for a bed, In her favourite place, Mrs P will return to her residentials, Knowing she can sleep in her own space.