I leaned over the sink, at Beth’s once more.

Surrounded by dishes, as so often before.

Stack upon stack of them, no more bench could be seen.

There couldn’t have been any dishes left, that were clean.

Not only dinner ones, there were breakfast and tea.

Beth always saves them, for poor old me.

So with gusto I began, washing them so fast.

But soon slowing down, wishing each dish was the last.

Almost an hour later, and just what do you think?

That’s right – you guessed it – I am still at the sink!

Scores of dirty dishes, I have now struggled through,

But surrounded by stacks of them, still left to do.

Dish after dish, I laborously scrubbed clean.

Such piles of them, never before have I seen.

Another half hour later, and the end was in view,

With only several saucepans, still left to do.

So this is what happened, to poor old me.

When all that I had there, was one cup of tea!