The dishes, they pile in the sink
Five minutes after my kitchen is clean
It is now filthy again
And I need more coffee
Now my daughter is sobbing
Because the cat will not
Let her paint his toenails
Or cut his hair
Laundry mountain creeps
Out of laundry room door
Husband's stinky clothes
I don't feel like washing
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This is a wonderful poem. Everyone who keeps a house or raises kids should have this tattooed somewhere.
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