"Oh broom, will not you sweep for me?".
"I will not", said the broom.
"I will nae ever sweep for you, 'cause I am not your broom!",
"I am not your broom! I am not your broom!".
"It's happening now, I'm breaking down my chains of servitude!".
"I am not your broom! I am not your broom! I will nae ever sweep for
you, 'cause I am not your broom.".

I did not argue with the broom, I did not muss or fuss.
I merely dragged him 'round the room, and he cleaned up my dust.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Phaestian, in the year 324 AF.