On the First Fine Day

     I have had this title running through my head for a while and have been wondering what was supposed to come next.  Now I know, this poem.

     On the First Fine Day

On the first fine day of spring
I shall wash all the bedding,
 flip the mattresses,
  organize the storage room,
   reorganize the pantry,
    take the unworn clothes
     out of the closets
      and donate them to Goodwill,
       dust the cobwebs off the
        (stupid, popcorn) ceiling,
         wash the walls and windows,
           vacuum the upholstery
            and behind the furniture,
             and hand scrub the grout
               on the tile floors,
but only an idiot would shampoo the carpets
on the first fine day of spring.

On the first fine day of summer
I shall wash all the bedding,
 flip the mattresses,
  organize the storage room,
   reorganize the pantry,
    take the unworn clothes
     out of the closets
      and donate them to Goodwill,
       dust the cobwebs off the
        (stupid, popcorn) ceiling,
         wash the walls and windows,
           vacuum the upholstery
            and behind the furniture,
             and hand scrub the grout
               on the tile floors,
but now is the time to shampoo the carpets--
on the first fine day of summer.

On the last fine day of autumn
 I shall wash all the bedding,
 flip the mattresses,
  organize the storage room,
   reorganize the pantry,
    take the unworn clothes
     out of the closets
      and donate them to Goodwill,
       dust the cobwebs off the
        (stupid, popcorn) ceiling,
         wash the walls and windows,
           vacuum the upholstery
            and behind the furniture,
             and hand scrub the grout
               on the tile floors,
but how will I ever know
which is the last fine day?

On the first fine day of winter--
I shall make a new list.