some grime and a little filth…
They ambush me at every twist and turn.
If they could speak they’d have a bit to say.
Like “Woman, won’t you ever damn well learn?”
Then I would have to quip “No bloody way…”
“No really, there is not a hope today.
Am I some kind of multitask machine?
Not at that dreadful sink I plan to stay.
Don’t think I’m standing round to scrub you clean.”
“I have a bunch of other shit to do.
Your dirty’s not inviting in the least.
For all you get is soiled and accrue,
the remnants of a meal that’s now deceased.”
“Well fine” they would retort, “Your stupid choice.
Ignore us and we’ll only pile up.
In barren cupboards you shall not rejoice…
for you won’t find a fucking plate or cup!”
“If only you’d comply and grant our wishes.
Locate the sink, and do the goddamned dishes!”
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Copyright P J Ross
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