Dec 30, 2017

Goodness, goodness

What a mess

The house is every day

Wash the dishes

Do your best

It never goes away

If I could

I’d snap it clean

Shining, scrubbed, and bright

What a thing to wake to that

Each day and leave at night

But still I sit, no powers

Or a wand to make it new

So scrub the dishes, morning night

And then the next day too