Thursday, April 30, 2009

Dirty Dishes


Dirty dishes in the sink
Just wash yourself
Because
If you think
I enjoy your lounging ways
I'll "go-paper"
In a wink

Get to the cupboard
Get there, alas!
Stay there, stay there
Until at last
I need your help
To break my fast.

~Micalanne

1 comment:

cari said...

What a great poet you are!! I can really identify with your sentiment in this poem. Unfortunately, I can't say the same for your whisting poem. When I try to whistle all that comes out is spit.