Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Ode to Dirty Dishes

If I had three wishes,
I'd use two on the dishes,
Since that's what I hate doing the most.

Each night that we leave them,
Next morning I grieve them,
When there's not a clean plate for my toast.

The first wish would demand,
With scrub brush in hand,
A Martha Stewart clone.

The second would be,
That she'd show up nightly,
With nary a cancellation by phone. (or email. or text message.)

Now I know that usually,
All wishes come in three,
So here's one last wish just in case.

If the Martha clone quits,
But the Dish Fairy exists,
I wish that she'd move in to our place.

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