A poem for the lovely goddesszero
Doing The Dishes
I stand and wash the dishes
The sink all filled with soap
I rinse the plates of fishes
With marigolds I will cope.
The mugs all brown with tannin
The spoons all grey with cream
The roasting dish all crusty brown
One wipe and they are clean
And so I turn to drying
Tea towel in my hand
I’ve got the cleanest dishes
From here to Sunderland.
Ah thank you
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Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine.
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