My Parody to Julia Alvarez "How I Learned to Sweep"

Parody: "How I Learned to Sweep" ---- My own version


My mother never taught me cleaning
One afternoon she found me missing.
Because there was too much dirt,
Boldly, she assumed I’m out to flirt.
she said she’d like to be able
to eat our dinner off that table,
and looked at me wildly, then left.
I knew she’d ground me if I forget
and so I shouted, I groaned and swept;
while M.T.V blared the house and I kept
my concentration on what I had to do
until many hours I was barely through.

Her house was as immaculate
as a just-rinsed dinner plate.
As I waited for her to return
and turned to watch at Flave,
recorded from his mansion to settle war:
In his house the sexy ladies were
Fighting in their helicopters,
into rooms their propellers
swept like scissors cutting papers,
while perplexing shots were fired
from those beautiful green gardens
into which some butterflies
were torn and ripped into pieces.

I got up and swept again
as they jumped out of the sky
I cheered all the harder
As I watched a dozen of them die-
While their shoes fell through the screen
upon the shoe rack I had just cleaned.
Mom came back and took out the cord
the screen went dark. That’s unbelievable,
she said, and slapped her hand through
my face, and on, over the window-
sill, coffee table, rocker, desk,
and held it up- I held my breath-
You’re grounded, she said, irritated,
She found a speck of dust and was finally abdicated