Deliver Me, Jeannie

The dirty dishes at the sink are piled up high, near at the brink. A reckoning is looming large: a Staten Island garbage barge of smells, I think. I’ve carried out the garbage pail; I’ve twitched my nose to no avail, but still that reek, that awful smell. I tried a Jeannie blink as well, but it too failed. Staring at what’s in front of me, I’m faced with grim reality: it’s time to replace every dish. Will Amazon fulfill my wish in time for tea? ————- A fun one called a Florette, done as quatrains (there's a quintain option as well): Syllabic: 8/8/8/12 Rhyme: aaba, with line 4 matching the ‘b’ rhyme at syllable 8