Dishes are piling up in the sink.

It’s no time to sit and sip a drink.

Dishes are on the counter.

Dishes are on the floor.

Dishes are in the bedrooms.

I can’t stand to see them anymore.

And yet I’m paralyzed by seeing all these dishes.

So I asked the genie to grant me three wishes.

First, I’d like a brand new dishwasher if you’d please.

Second, I’d like to see the dishes cleaned in a breeze.

My third and final wish is one that you’ll all agree

Is a very sensible wish and is sure to please me.

I wish for ten million dollars which I’ll take in tens and twenties.

I know that it sounds like a whole lot of money.

But frankly would you use up all of your three wishes

On a houseful of ugly, sticky, unpleasant dirty dishes.