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The Search for a Cleaner

I put out a request for a new cleaner on our local (email) community notice board.
This is what I wrote:

I'd like to say a thank you
To those of you out there,
Who've given help so freely
And shown you really care.

But now another problem
I do request of you,
Our cleaner though quite pleasant
Does not know what to do!

We need another cleaner
To make our house look great,
A fine, outstanding worker,
But not someone fahrdrayt!*

If you do know that someone
Who'd really fit the bill
I'd love to hear soon from you
And I know I will!

I'd like to end in wishing
You all a kosher Chag,
I hope I find a cleaner
Before we hit the Lag!

* yiddish for inside out/upside down etc - you get the general idea
Lag Ba'omer is a special holiday, mid-way between Pesach and Shavuot.

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