I always have these dishpan hands
Or ooze upon my shoe
And for every one thing that I clean
I dirty up another two
I cook the food then clean the plates
And pots and knives and bowls
I wipe spilled milk up off the floor
With paper towels by the rolls
Shampoo my hair and scrub my face
And rinse away the suds
Dry off my bod and then the floor
Scrape off the ring around the tub
All this dirt is not destroyed
Just goes where we don't see
I hope whoever gets it next
Doesn't just send it back to me
-D.M.D.M. 6-1-10
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