The sink is full
Of dirty dishes,
Food-encrusted plates
Despite our utmost
Honest wishes,
All of it awaits
The cutlery is
Caked in butter,
Marmalade and jam
And porridge bowls
Of breakfast clutter:
Stuck inside a pan
The mugs of tea
We didn’t finish
Stained with rings of old;
Turns out the job was
Not diminished
When the tea went cold
And that is life!
The kitchen sink
So full with all our living
The tasty stuff
We eat and drink
Now cold and unforgiving.
So scrub and soap
Must find their way
With rubber glove and glee
To get us through
Another day…
But first, let’s watch TV
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