I have an Ultra Quiet with a whir.
Frigidaire 24" Built-In White Dishwasher,
Energy saver, with hot and cold stir.
For a while it did purr.
Oh yes, they do make a dishwasher.
Naïve people believe what labels sell.
I use a lemon scent liquid gel
Those states; "No" pre-washing,
Leaves dishes sparkling.
All lies, it makes the dishes look like hell.
I have hard water in my home,
So, the liquid soap makes no foam.
Barnacles have formed,
Heating elements deformed.
It’s getting so old; I just don't know.
I think it can do the job, but woe.
Baskets are crumbling with rust, no more glow.
It’s ready to blow and overflow.
It’s an Ultra Quiet with a snore,
Frigidaire 24" Built-In White Dishwasher, for
Energy saving, but No, not any more,
I do need a new dishwasher to match my décor.
I'm tired of this dish washer, I’m done, I want it out the door.
3/5/2023
Categories:
dish washer, old,
Form: Ode
Good is A, Grand Good Finisher,
Who doesn’t need A Well Wisher.
He had tops come as Dish Washer
Before Studentship from Russia;
His dragnets swelling in Asia,
When he there lived as A Fisher…
Now, A Company’s Car Washer
And in their Church Foremost Usher
Unlike Luke Lee with look harsher,
Sometimes Post leaving for Rasher
And self passing off as Pasha;
Good their Church enlarging its size,
All the time, grabbing The Fat Prize…
Indeed, A Good Good Finisher,
This to his Foes their Tarnish-er!
Categories:
dish washer, celebrity, character, image, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
DISHWASHER
I am a dishwasher
White as a clean plate
Made to loosen up the stain and stuck food particles
I am surrounded by soap and water, cups and saucers, pans and pots
Eventually I will wash away all the food and grease
Liken my cousin the washing machine when I'm done the dishes are clean
I am a dishwasher
11/13/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
dish washer, analogy, caregiving, endurance,
Form: Free verse
Today is submission day,
because I have the day off from my job
and had this all planned.
Actually, it was planned for Monday –
but today I will be serious.
I even opened all the right folders.
But first I unload the dish washer.
Then the cat litter box requires attention,
and the sink needs scrubbing.
Facebook is not a waste of time if I just share
what awesome work my friends do, right?
That counts as productive.
I make myself some tea. Hydration
is important. And I haven’t had breakfast.
An avocado sounds good.
I discovered that writing amazon reviews is fun.
It’s a skill I need to work on.
Practice will be very useful.
There are all these books. Books I bought,
books from the library.
We all know reading makes you a better writer.
And I’ll write more morning pages.
That’s so satisfying, the feeling of the pen gliding on ink.
And it kind of counts as writing.
And now I am writing a poem about procrastinating.
To put off the inevitable decision making,
second guessing, overthinking.
But once this is done, I will start.
Seriously.
Categories:
dish washer, poetry, writing,
Form: Free verse
You’re only a mum,
But that’s all it takes.
To be super human,
You don’t even get breaks.
You’re a cook, A dish washer,
A cleaner, a nurse.
A teacher, a councillor,
A referee, an open purse.
A sports coach, a cheerleader,
The taxi of mum.
At 2am in the morning,
Just a call and you will come.
Party, event organiser,
And holiday planner.
Clothes and food shopper,
Listener, and even fake tanner.
No time for yourself,
No breaks and no wages.
Dealing with toddler tantrums,
And hormonal rages.
You always come last,
and you always feel tired.
You should have a rest,
But it’s not how you’re wired.
A thankless task,
That’s never ever done.
You’re often left feeling,
Where is the fun?
Hot drinks or warm food,
Now rarely cross your lips.
And your underwear
All tattered with holes and rips.
To cap it all off,
you go out to work too.
It’s nothing short of amazing,
Just what you can do.
You are super human!
Admit it you must.
You must be a saint,
For the gut you must bust.
But it all becomes worth it,
When you look at their smiles.
Being a mum has to be
the best job by miles.
Categories:
dish washer, child, children, funny love,
Form: Rhyme
THAT'S WHEN I REALISED
As I saw I'm different
As I saw I'm hated
As I saw I'm unwanted
Not loved
Not cared for
I was my own parent
At home where I thought I was a child I was just a servant
Breakfast cooker
Lunch cooker
Supper cooker
Dish washer
Clothes washer
I just had to do it all
Laughed at when I fall
THAT'S WHEN I REALISED,
I'm an outsider
I was eating,
Sleeping
And guarding
At night with the dogs
All that was left was for me to bark
Just like them
Because I lived like them
It hurts to be aborted.
Oh by the way,
THAT'S WHEN I REALISED I WAS ABORTED.
PoeticMonwa
Categories:
dish washer, abuse, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
11/17/15 Hate
I used to think I couldn’t hate
Well, not like this or that person
Their hate sounded hateful
“I hate when the dish washer doesn’t use hot water!”
“I’ll kill you if you don’t stay out of my business!”
“I hate lying, cheating, stealing…but (under his breath) not fornication”
“I hate animal cruelty”
“I hate slavery”
It was caused by misunderstanding
Fruitlessness and disgust and judgments
My thinking that way was tenuous at best
My hate came late
With the power of living in my own apartment
I hate the shyster
I hate the lazy
I hate the unforgiveness owed by us all
I hate the disobedience
I hate that we cannot always know
Or see
Or feel
Or be
Hate-free…
Categories:
dish washer, angst, bereavement, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
Once there was a dishwasher leak
That went on and on for a week
It flooded the clean floor
Sorrow ran in the door
The situation looked so bleak
The pit bull bit the wife when she hand fed
Naughty devil in disguise watched as she bled
Now the old husband is retired
He is caught in the line of fire
Dish washer with apron he has been lead
He called the repair man in secret
He whispered as it was the bleakest
Get the parts sent by air express
Get here so fast speed in excess
As he whispered this is so freakish
My dishwasher is leaking a river when it drains so we are having to hand wash dishes
until the repair man can get parts to fix it..The dog bit my hand and I have an open wound which doesn't need to be in dish water. I asked the retired husband to help. He told me he was going to call the repair man and tell him to have those parts delivered by air express..Then he said I kind of like doing this and I am good at it so I think I will apply for a job doing it for pay..LOL>>ROTFL
Categories:
dish washer, husband,
Form: Limerick
what did one dish washer say to another?
dishes ridiculous
Categories:
dish washer, anniversary
Form: I do not know?