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Your silly poetry about mundane things!
Just like the title suggests, post your little ditties to dinner, your short storys about scrubbing, your compositions about cleaning, your dramas about dressing, your cliffhangers about commuting here!
Ode to the Dirty Dishes
Dirty dishes in my kitchen sink
Dirty dishes have been there a week
Turning green and smelling like poo
Dirty dishes what's a girl to do?
Gotta go find my rubber gloves
Give my loved ones kisses and give them hugs
Because once the washing's about to start
I'll probably be here until it gets dark!
Wash the plates from Sunday brunch
Did I use this for breakfast or for lunch?
Bran flakes, onion skin, gobs of fat, piece of veal
Sour milk, moldy bread, three peas, and a lemon peel!
My nose is running and my eyes are teary
Lord this job is just so dreary
Trying to wade my way through all this muck
Breathing through my mouth so I don't upchuck!
Toss it into the washer with a box of soap
Then I close the door and start to hope
The suds will wash everything all clean
So it can be used and made dirty again!
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Sage knows our mythic history, King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's
She answers hard acrostics, has a pretty taste for paradox
She quotes in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus
In conics she can floor peculiarities parabolous -C'hi
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