He stands in the half light,
shakes the can
sprays his tag, a neat ‘S’,
swiftly, silently but for the hiss.
Then squeaks the green microfibre cloth
’til he sees himself clearly.
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Joe Spring writes 
As a church custodian this poem made me laugh out loud. It’s great, and I love the twist at the end. I am claiming it for my office door (If that’s okay). Keep up the amazing craft! Thanks.
Hi Scott, I’m glad you enjoyed it! I’m not sure what a church custodian does, but I hope having this on your door helps you do it! Joe