Friday, July 8, 2011

Donna Presents: Bad Poetry


Ode to my Dirty Kitchen


My kitchen, oh, my kitchen so tiny and mighty
Why must you be a filthy mess just about nightly?

Dishes upon dishes, and always more
At some point I'm sure they'll block the fridge door.

Cook, serve, clean, repeat. Cook, serve, clean, repeat.
I do think at someone is about to get beat.

I load and unload and load again
Gawd damn, you'd think the freakin' dishwasher was my boyfriend.

Why does it happen constantly every day and to my complete and total dismay
I can't believe I have to clean the son of a bitch 3 times a day.

Really, now ladies, I must confess...
This fucking kitchen just makes me a hot mess!




xoxox

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