swish swish swish
I’m wiping a wet cloth over a dish
splosh splosh splosh
I’ve got so many dishes to wash
splash splash splash
I slip on a puddle, go down with a crash
as my head hits the floor I hear something smash
I’m up on my feet in a blink and a flash
a glance in the mirror reveals a long gash
and beneath my nose is a blood red moustache
washing
the
dishes
was
foolish
and
rash
This was meant to be a poem about the mundane, but it got a bit silly.
Dedicated to Judy because she gave me the idea, even though I got a bit carried away.
©Jane Paterson Basil
I lost my internet access last night just as I was about to tell you I had changed my mind and posted my silly poem…
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SEE! I’ve always known it! Doing dishes is dangerous!!! 😀
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I hope people will heed my warning, and sling the dishes out of the window after every meal. That way nothing like this will ever happen to anyone ever again. 🙂 :O
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Yes, and then we should buy stock in paper plates! 😀
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And paper saucepans?
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Wouldn’t THEY be a HOT commodity! 😀
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Burning hot…
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