There stood, in the janitor's room,

A stiff male and soft female broom,

And one day they said:

"We ought to be wed,

As broom-bride and handsome broom groom."

Soon after, she said "Darling hush,"

And her voice then in torrents did rush,

"I've got a surprise,

I cannot disguise,

We'll soon have our own little brush!"

The groom, at the end of his tether,

(Could have knocked him down with a feather,) [duster]

"I really don't see

How this thing can be,

As yet dear we've not swept together."

(http://www.tiddyogg.co.uk/cleanup.htm)