Hat and gloves and boots to boot.
“Magic Wand” I point and shoot.
At “HER” service fighting grime,
I “must” conquer every time.
Grills and bricks and weeds that grew,
decks and chairs and driveways too.
Sends me out to battle zones,
even with my aging bones.
Super heroes don’t complain,
push through all the ache and pain.
In the end I’m standing tall,
with the aid of Tylenol.