Dishes, dishes every where,
But, I’m the cook, so I think that’s fair.
Dishes, dishes, everywhere.
Crikey cries the washer upper.
All these dishes just for super.
Oh, but that’s the price you have to pay,
For such a fine culinary display.
Elaine Battersby
September 2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem