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
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