A Rock Named Stabile

There by the table, a rock did lay,

A silent companion, come what it may.

I had made a deal, so clear and true -

Stabile would clean, while I went to work, too.

But when I returned, the house was still,

Not a sound to be heard, all was too chill.

I searched high and low, left and right,

And there was that rock, by my socks I really like .

I asked him why the cleaning wasn't done,

But Stabile said nothing, his face held no fun.

The next day, I left, the deal still the same,

Yet again, I came back, my rock taking the blame.

"What a mess!" I cried, with a stern, echoing voice.

I looked at Stabile, "You have but one choice -

Explain why you broke our deal, or out you will go!
This house must be clean, before the clock strikes ten, you know!"

I opened the door, dread in my heart,

But to my surprise, not a speck to depart.
The house was pristine, not a thing out of place -

I went to find Stabile, to thank him to his face.

But all I could find was a note on the floor,

Telling a tale I'd not heard before
"Thank you for letting me stay," the note did say,
"Maybe one day I'll come back, just to play."
"Sorry it took so long, I had to get a maid,
But I had to wait till Friday, when I knew you got paid.
The bill is on the table, for you to see,
I hope it's not too much, the house was very dirty."
I would of cleaned it myself,
But I just wasn't able.”
“So long and goodbye.”
Signed your friend, Stabile.
I stood there, amazed, at this rock's noble deed,
Grateful for the gesture and that it was done at a fast speed.
Maybe I'll see my quiet friend again,
 invite him for coffee and the day we can spend.
Goodbye for now, my friend who stood still.
Now, how am I going to pay this outrageous bill?