I went around a old victorian house the other day with my family
and this poem came into my head. take care of yourselfs Val (Valerie)

Chimney Sweep

The Chimney sweep came today
he sent his young apprentice up the parlour chimney to sweep the dirt
away
every thing in the room was covered in a chrisp white sheet
so the soot wouldn't touch them and to keep the room all clean and neat

as the maid cleaned up the mess
no-one seemed to care if the sootydirt dirtied her dress
she swept she cleaned she screamed in fright
as the young sweeps lad popped out of the chimney as black as the night

everyone held their breath in the next room
as the sweep sent the young lad up he vanished into the chimneys gloom
as the maid worked she began to pray
because she knew how many young boys had met their fate that way