Day 42

Day 42:

I walked into the kitchen and my jaw dropped down,

My nose rose up and I made a frown.

Piles of dishes spread all along the stove,

Dishes on the counter, there were loads and loads!

I popped my dishes down on the floor,

There was nowhere else for them to go, after all.

Plates on the microwave, Knives on the sink,

I hoped they'd go away if I started to blink.

I took one scourer and started to scrub,

But it didn't leave a mark on the stubborn old grub.

Bubbles in the air and suds on my shirt,

I hadn't left a mark, the scourer wouldn't work.

The plates were mocking me, covered in foam,

but I was determined to have a clean home.

So I scrubbed and I scrubbed and I scrubbed and I scrubbed AND I SCRUBBED AND I SCRUBBED AND I SCRUBED AND I SCRUBBED AND I SCRUBBED AND SCRRUUBBB..

And I got a little bit of burnt crust off.

Do your dishes as soon as you've finished with them.