Dust and Dirt

Cleaning's a job which has to be done
Before the dust and dirt have won,
Trespassing over more and more
Of every available surface and floor.
They creep around while your back is turned,
Your active dislike never makes them feel spurned
Instead they settle wherever they can,
Treating you like an ardent fan.
So it's on with the marigolds as you seek
To send them packing every week.
Removing them with speed and flair,
Before they're noticeable everywhere