I do not understand it, not one little bit,
I clean them every evening, and on the sink they sit,
yet next time when I notice the sink is piled high
with dirty cups and mugs and such, stacked up to the sky.
I’m not sure who is using all my cutlery each day
or how dirty plates sneakily arrive, when my back is turned away
the bowls that sink down slowly, under pressure of cold water
it stretches plausibility, to think they’re all used by my daughter!
I have come to the conclusion there are phantoms in my house
that only can communicate via the dirty dishes left about
I’m not sure of their message, but I have begun to think
that their language must be called – the perpetual dirty sink!
Happiness is kind words from a friend …..