Two Limericks

  A woman who’d hated to clean

   Since way back when she was a teen,

   Opened up Pine Sol

   Let it sit, that’s all.

   ’Til the house smelled ever so clean.

  

   A fellow who’d planned to come clean

   Realized his idea was not keen.

   He admitted a bit,

   Then lickety-split,

   He wrapped himself in saintly sheen.