It was with heavy heart and grimace wide
That I—the piles of dinner dishes—spied.
With caked-on crumbs and bits of dried-on sauce;
The sticky bits remaining from first course.
I looked upon the bubbles rising high
And, reaching for the gloves, let out a sigh.
I ‘spose the dinner dishes must be done…
…
(Can you finish this poem? 😂😂😂)
Even though doing them isn’t fun! 😦
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Ah. Another soul who feels my pain 😢😢😢
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Then again, I do have a son.
His feet don’t hurt,
His arms aren’t sore,
He’s young and strong,
And furthermore,
He doesn’t pay rent,
He eats like a horse,
He can do these dishes,
Yes yes of course!!
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This, right here, is enough reason to have a whole litter of children 😂😂😂
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Xactly! 😂
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But, nah, I’ll just leave ’em and run.
or
But, nah, I’ll bust ’em up and run!
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Ha! Are you me?! 😂
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but how to make the washing-up fun?
I’ll juggle dishes,
Balance plates,
Increase the speed
that I clean the crockery
to unfathomable rates.
Bring in assistants to shine the glasses,
Issue long-term washer-upper passes.
Pay the staff I hire a wad
Of greenbacks (toads)
I’m a mean old so-
n of a father.
Or maybe clone myself
a dozen times
I’ll be
buzzing and washing
like an army of bees
(I know, it should be an army of ants;
but, I have to get rhymes
even if they are pants!)
I’ll enlist Aunt Sally,
She’ll dispose of the lot,
With the minimum of fuss
and a coconut shot.
So, if you are wond’rin
If I really will do
all these things…
wouldn’t you?
G:)
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This is fantastic
It’s truly sublime
A wonderful, wickedly
Funny old rhyme.
With juggling and washing
And Aunt Sally too…
Now dishes just seem
Like a fun thing to do!
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But why, to do them, should I be the one?
I’ll run a tap upon them, and dry them in the sun,
I need some paper plates, so washing up is none!
But not by me, I wash! (Oh, awful pun!)
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I too am a fan of avoiding the wash
But those paper plates are not classy or posh
Instead I will eat from the pot or the pan
With one fork and a grin I’ll be one-dish-wash man!
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This policy, there can be no doubt,
One certainly will see panning out!
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It was with heavy heart and grimace wide
That I—the piles of dinner dishes—spied.
With caked-on crumbs and bits of dried-on sauce;
But wait! There’s always the dog, of course!
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Bahahaha. Perfect 😊😂👌
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Or there’ll be none to use when tea-time comes! ( sorry about the ‘s.’)
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For such a brilliant rhyme, Julie, I’ll forgive you 😀😉
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