Washing Up

Washing Up It's high time I did the washing up What a chore, What a bore, I crept into the Kitchen, just look at the mess Now I want to wash up, even less A baking tray on its edge Seventeen glasses! on the window ledge A chopping board with smears unknown, Just more cause to whinge and moan All the pots and pans are used and left in disarray Somethings in the corner which once, was beef satay Cutlery on plates, cutlery in bowls Find an empty patch is the first of my goals Oven door open and the plates rammed on a shelf A column of coffee cups hidden on the floor with stealth I sigh to myself "Let the washing commence" And start stacking dishes until the pile is too dense And then of course I have to stop Drying up to do on top I take a moment and look around it looks a little less thank god! I sure I nearly drowned Now change the water and start again Glasses first, wipe away the red wine stain Big sharp knives one two three Then mugs and cups and cutlery A knife, a fork, a black fish slice A knife, a spoon, a tray for ice A spoon, a knife, a pizza wheel A fork, a spoon, and potato peel Yuk The washing bowl is empty, the pans are put away The hob is clean and tidy, ready for another day Just a quick look round, I know I'm almost done If there is anything else, I think I might just run The cups are marching in the cupboard, handles right Glasses are put away and the door, closed tight The plates are neatly piled all ordered by size The bowls are stacked on top in high rise At last I've done all that I'm able I collapse into a chair Three glasses on the coffee table Just sitting there