In real-life drama, a failing dish washer forces all domestic havoc to break loose which demands that tough decisions get settled...
In the sink, dirty dishes
Had sat for a week
Not unlike dead fishes
They'd begun to reek
The puddle on the floor
Told the tale so clear
The Maytag was no more
"She's dead" was my fear
No way left to serve food
As the stacks piled high
Wife's in a bad mood
As she'd wash and I dry
If I shan't fix it soon
She'd turn more irate
We had neither a spoon
A fork nor a plate
Twas time to start shopping
For a new washer now
"You've got to get hopping",
So said my dear Frau
Just what happened today
I'm sure you can guess
The old beast hauled away
And replaced with no mess
Our glassware's now lustrous
The silver's so bright
But the biggest new plus
Is my spouse's delight!
Guess what? We have a new automatic dishwashin' machine! A two-week saga is at a close and tranquility is restored to the Rauscher home...
Monday, March 16, 2009
Dishes...
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Our week was enjoyed to the utmost,
ReplyDeletethanks to our generous host.
But our time after dinner
was certainly no winner
As the dishes were not cleaned by a ghost.
Each night we would toil with dishes,
contrary to the children's best wishes.
Each night was a fight,
trying to earn the right
to avoid washin and drying the dishes.
So after to Texas we'd roam,
it was time for us to go home.
So as we flew back to Syracuse,
You found ample excuse
to fire your dishwashing gnome.
So in Syracuse I sit and shiver,
with dishpan hands aquiver.
Your new dishwash machine,
gets your dishes all clean.
While I'm stuck up the proverbial river!