The Dishwasher's Loaded

The Dishwasher’s Loaded The dishwasher’s loaded, The plates are all used, The cups are all dirty and the plates all confused. My clothes are all ragged, My shoes scuffed and worn, I’m in need of no revamp to replace all that’s torn. The hoover is silent, The dusters lie crushed, The paintwork is cleaned and the TV’s been hushed. My tanks are all empty, My vehicles SORN’ed, The MOT’s need update and insurance informed. My mortgage has run, My tax is all paid, My bills have been cleared and ‘For Sale’ signs displayed. The drawers are all empty, I was running on fumes, The past is all gone, each small bit consumed. You need to reorder, To restock the shelves, You need to invest and replenish yourselves. My race has been run, My round had been played, I shot level par and four birdies I made. No need to cry, No need to regret, The world keeps on turning, it does not forget. ©Keith Murphy