Amusing poem about a woman who does all the washing of dishes, plates, and silverware by hand.
I am the human dishwasher.
I clean dishes everyday.
My dishwasher broke down months ago.
It won’t be repaired until May.
I use a lot of soapy water.
My glasses look sparkly clean.
The plates are completely spotless,
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But my silverware looks so obscene.
There is still some food on my forks.
I’m not happy about this at all.
And I have no more time to clean
Since I must go to the mall.
I’ll get rid of the nasty particles
When I come back from my shopping.
So listen here ugly, messed up forks.
Those particles better stop dropping.
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