Slut monologue — Two Slatterns and a King: A Moral Interlude

Lest you know me not in this disguise I tell you I am SLUT, and I tell you no lies. My face and my hands are clean and neat; Fresh is my frock, trim are my feet. But I assure you you are not wrong To think that so tidy I shall not be for long. And if the story you wish from me, I will tell you how this came to be: Dull was the day and tedious my book; I saw no pleasure wherever I might look; I had done everything that I knew how to do, And I could think of nothing new. But at last I thought of one Thing that I had never done. And I said, “I will take a broom, And I will sweep this room! I will wash this floor!” I had never washed it before-- “All things in order will I arrange, Although I hate order, for it will be a change.” So here I am, as you can see-- I and my kitchen as clean as can be. But in a room as clean as this My bones ache and I find no bliss. So watch, and soon it will appear Much less orderly and drear.