Mop: A poem

I thought I saw a shaggy dog
Twisted in the middle of the road
And it made me sad
For the person or family
Who would have no distraction
During awkward holiday dinners


Until I got closer
And saw that it was just the head of a mop
And relief
But then relief was tsunamied away
By anxiety
For the janitor
Trying to wash floors
With just a stick