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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  • cacaritalucu on Mar 20, 2011

    fascinating to read, good one.

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