Dishes
Dishes in the sink
Never dirtied by me
How they got there
It sure beats me.
I went to bed, same time last night
In the kitchen in the morning, the typical fright
Stacked high, from places unknown
Hang on a minute, the bloody kids are home.
Thanks for the tea mum, were all off out
We will do these dishes, honestly and devout
They sneak back in and head up the stairs
In the morning these dishes, are growing bloody hairs
Maybe their creating an ecology system
Ask them to wash them, they sure ain't listening
Maybe its time to kick them out
But being loving parents, that i very much doubt.
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