One of the few things my wife and I disagree on, dishwasher versus the sink, but as I’m the dishwasher ……….
Don’t mind washing dishes,
It helps me to think;
Warm soapy water,
A stainless steel sink.
To wash dishes clean
At an early age taught,
So to using a dishwasher
I just wouldn’t resort.
Don’t understand dishwashers,
First you have to stack them,
Then an hour and a half later
You have to unpack them.
Don’t see the point;
In half the time taken
Could wash a whole sink full,
If I’m not mistaken.
And that extra electricity
Have we gone completely insane?
Decided I’m going to start
A “Ban Dishwashers” campaign,
Will install myself as leader,
Of “The Kitchen Sink Brigade”,
You see, when washing dishes
Cool decisions get made!
I was given my instructions as the wife drove away
To hang out some washing, it was a good drying day;
She assured me I’d cope, it was a simple enough task,
Anything more challenging then she just wouldn’t ask.
Now there’s something therapeutic about pegging out clothes,
Working out logically where each item goes;
Allowing enough space so that clothes can blow free,
And won’t get all tangled, bringing misery to me.
Finding a place on the line that looks just about right,
Making sure the pegs are fixed, good and tight;
The satisfaction when finished of a line neatly hung,
From life’s little pleasures such joy can be wrung.
There’s nothing worse than a good old fashioned cold!
You know how it is When your head’s full of cold, When you’re aching and miserable And feeling quite old. Your sinuses blocked, Your nose a bright red, Fighting the urge To just go to bed; Taking the tablets That the wife said you should, Never really knowing If they do any good, Hoping it’ll be gone In the next day or two, And hoping like mad The wife doesn’t catch your cold too!