Dishes

Did you know that dishes fear me. Yes, its true, I don’t lie.

Go. See that sparkling white bowl. That with my wonderous hand I did fight with dried oatmeal.

Go speak to the pots that with burned rice and worn nonstick coatings I cleaned.

With such grace I wash dishes that now when I pass by  clean pots they say, ” I feel a draaaft.”

Yes, fear me dishes for I am the cleaner of my own filth and the filth of others, and none can escape me.

MUUUUUAAHAHAHAHA!

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