All dishwasher's know
Of the dishwasher's bane.
It's slimy and wet
And a terrible pain!
A dishwasher's bane
Is not one thing, but many.
And, on a bad day,
They can reach far past twenty.
The bane of a dishwasher,
A dishwasher's bane-
Is wrinkled old fingers
and a spoon down the drain,
It's mold and it's muck,
It's sludge and bad luck,
It's leftovers from the previous year.
It's scraping them off and it's suds-ing them up,
And wishing the end were somewhere- anywhere!- near.
It's sopping wet clothes and
Murky, brown water.
It's grabbing a knife- wrong side up.
It's grime and it's sweat- you're just getting hotter,
It's nausea- you're about to throw up.
But no more of this now, you are weary,
And I've told you enough, I can see.
But such is the life of a dish washing girl,
A girl with a bane- times three.

