Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough stains do suck but your suds keep them at bay,
Other cleaners simply do not compare;
Sometimes too grimy a pot or a tub or a countertop,
And more often than not my elbow grease is no match;
But when Barkeepers Friend can be found,
This husband is ready and willing to step to the mound;
Scrub and those nasty stains shall fade;
What would a wife do without our friend;
It is the only time the husband will clean a spot,
When in eternal gratefulness a house will shine:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this cleaner and this wife gives ode to thee.