Dishes

Coffee Mugg

Ok one poem,
Then to work for me.
I felt guilty this morning,
Then I broke down,
And washed my dishes.
I thought I would drown.

The plate wasn't so bad,
Nor was the spoon,
But the pan lid and pan,
Sung a different tune.

I got in there and did it,
I was bound and determined.
It took less than a minute,
To my good fortune.

It seemed an eternity,
To get this job done,
Is not where I wanted to be,
It was not much fun.

The water was so hot,
That the grime couldn't riot,
Next time You come over,

Then you can try it.

Published by Coffee Mugg

I am a 60 year old male, born and raised in Alabama. Have been in construction most of adult life, and had lived in Orlando Fl for over 30 years. Have now come back to Alabama. Could be considered an expert...  View profile

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  • proofking1/10/2008

    That's why God devised
    a way around that
    It's got a tongue born for cleaning
    That's right--get a cat.

  • Coffee Mugg1/8/2008

    Ok Miss Lisa, you are elected to visit anytime you feel like doing dishes.....lol

  • Linda Ann Nickerson1/8/2008

    Whimsical and fun. I have felt much the same way about dishwashing: http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/382048/dishing_about_washing_a_humorous_poem.html

  • Kady and Tony Burney1/8/2008

    Ken, I hate the task of dishes!!!! I'd rather vaccuum or dust or anything rather than do those darn dishes! Great job and I really reading this!!!!!

  • Lisa Renee.1/8/2008

    I cannot leave the house if there are dirty dishes sitting around...I always wash them before I go anywhere...lol!

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