Ode to a Dishwasher
by Karin
You made my life so blissful, you lovely scrubbing machine,
But now that you are gone it all seems a distant dream.
Each dirty dish I would delicately place
Within your drawers and on your trays.
Then in a flash your cycle was done,
And the dishes all came out sparkling one by one!
Now my fingertips all wrinkle and crease
As the pile of dirty dishes never seems to cease.
My life is a bit more soapy and a bit more soggy too,
As I dream of the good ol' days, oh dishwasher I miss you!
3 comments:
Karin,
I hold onto the belief that the dish soap will keep my hands young forever! (Not sure that it is working and I do miss my dishwasher!)
Mom
Ha! Is that truthfully all the sink space you have? If so, bet you're dreaming of the good 'ol downstairs kitchen here in Salt Lake.
I think that might be the best poem ever. Pure genius.
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