Cling. Clang. Ting. Tang.
Dish after dish
I sigh at you.
You say you'll dirty one cup...
...it turns into a few.
Pick up the empty plate
In the sink, back it goes
Start up the water
Line the dishes up in rows.
A never ending cycle
Like I'm the magical sink.
You dirty dish after dish
As if I don't think!
So under-appreciated at times like these
Sometimes I could just fall right down to my knees!
I'll scream to the ceiling
With the wave of this dish in my hand
and say please, God, please!!!
Send me the Mr. CLEAN man!
A contest entry
- ~For Women Only~ by Nature Song.
525 points, ended March 25, 2007, 16 entries
Honorable mention
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Mr Clean....lol...am thinking more along the lines of Diet Coke man, I personally HATE the smell of Pine-Sol...this was cute...good luck!
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lol, i can hear ya screamin on this one! dont we all just feel that way? very nice poem, thanks for the laugh and good luck
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Mr. Clean oh what a hotie!! lol, Glad you entered the contest! Funny, love the last line! Good luck~ Sie
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lol that was vey funny, just loved it. Can totally relate to it.
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Really cute, I liked this one.
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