Washing the Dishes
The problem with cooking our own meals,
many spatulas of stainless steels,
every coffee cup,
breakfast bowls all stacked up,
these dishes have lost their appeal.
A family of five collects dishes,
the sound of the dish rag that swishes,
need a dishwasher,
I keep getting crosser,
top item on my Birthday wishes.
Everyone says to wash as you go
if you don't it can go much to slow,
all I find is I wash,
in dishwater I slosh
as the dish pile it grows and it grows.
A warning to younger generations
put chores on your monthly equations,
sometimes you clean and clean
and never win it seems
especially on special occasions.
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