The Poor Dishwasher - Contest
I am here behind a closed door
Looking clean and gleaming
Oh my what is that smell I just got a whiff
smells like curry hope I am dreaming
They won't knock of the excess from the plate
The rice gets in my tubes and makes me hick up
The smell makes my motor lurch
Before you stack them, I shout, scrape it off
In come the dishes and bowels they used
Nothing is worse for me than cold curry for sure
Stuck to the plates , my work will be hard
Why don't they eat jelly, so soft so pure
Oh they turn up my programme
Will be sweating in here
All they needed to do was, rinse off the debris
Life would be simple why don't they hear.
Ok sauna here we go,round and round I spin
Geez I am dizzy, rice everywhere
Every orifice it can get in
No thoughts for me the worker, they don't care.
My work is done
gleaming dishes once more
My head is still aching,
Please, no more dirty dishes to abhor
penned 10 September 2015
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