Monday, September 2, 2013

Poem for an Old Dishwasher

Today we got a replacement dishwasher, brand new!
Sorry, but I have to say:  it wasn't me, it was you.

I will not feel sorry, I will not feel sad.
Yes, your washing technique was really that bad.

Running empty washes with bleach to keep you moderately clean 
just didn't feel right, know what I mean?

I've waited and wished for this day to come.
Does that mean I've gotten boring? That I'm no longer young?

But with two kids to feed and lots of dishes to wash--
You just couldn't cut it, so you got the kibosh.

Your sleek replacement is here. It's quieter too.
It does its job wonderfully, making dishes look new.
Old
New













Like what you read? Visit and 'Like' Mama of Ma'at on Facebook

No comments:

Post a Comment