Dear Miss Dishwater
Just for you,I stayed away from
a guys' night- out of cool poker;
even prevented myself from having
the pleasure of beer on the couch.
But while my hands poured detergent,
ten times over, all I heard were rambles
and gurgles while the plates kept
their oil around the edges. Yes, I tried
to fix your waistline filled with grease,
the pipe clogged from old age.
Serving me well, we both knew
it was time to mark you as junk;
sorry about this, I rang the cargo
man as my hands were beginning
to ache from arthritis.My insight
tried to think without being so
introspective; smudges and a
big loss of fun hours with the boys
made me decide to let you go.
Did I tell you my wife went out
tonight with the girls? And I am left
hanging on to piles of kitchenware,
just you and I on a dreary Saturday.
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