Mary Dobson was elated that an opportunity had presented itself
Her mother had grown sick with fever, so Mary decided to help
She pestered her mother tirelessly unwilling to leave her alone
Because of this at her mother's request she turned to clean the home
Mary was delighted and she quickly left the room
Without one moments hesitation she grabbed their overly used broom
Eager to please she swept like her mother but several times better
With all her might she thrust the broom without allowing the dust to settle
Amongst the commotion of the ruckus that she'd unknowingly caused
Mary realized the home was several times more dirty and the broom had broken into separate halves
With the ribbon upon her hair she fixed what she had done
Lamenting the the stubbornness of the instrument every time her repairs were undone
Quite the optimist, she decided that she would head directly towards the challenge
And with that thought the walls of her home became the hallways of a palace
her broom had become magical and worked much better than before
She cleaned the palace without slowing engrossed within her chore
She danced and smiled all the while till her mother's hand stopped her thoughts
She grabbed her child amidst the mess and took her to the wash

*Lying to yourself won't fix the mess that you are in*