Episode II of Really Bad Poetry Written Way Too Late at Night:

We p’litely ignore them,
We rudely ascorn them,
But them dirty darn dishes
don’t never go away.

And so we wait a while,
and we complain a pile,
but them dirty darn dishes
don’t never go away.

We consider some kings,
and cabbages and things
but them dirty darn dishes
don’t never go away.

And then we squash some flies,
and we pick at the pies,
but them dirty darn dishes
don’t never go away.

They’re a thing that we hate,
and yet though it get late,
still them dirty darn dishes
don’t never go away.

If you know of a way
please tell us today
to get rid of them dishes
that never go away.

But please don’t be absurd
and tell us that you word
is to clean them up clean:
there’s a flaw in that scheme!

‘Cause we’ve tried it you know,
but they’re back by t’morrow!
And those dirty darn dishes
DON’T NEVER GO AWAY!

There is still no extra credit for correctly guessing why I was up so late.

If it hasn’t been abundantly, manifoldly obvious to you, I shall simply have to note that I don’t seem to really make any use of figure of speech, or subtly, or analogy, or hyperbole, or exageration. That’s just the way it is, and you either laugh or cry. It’s pretty easy to figure out which to do: if it’s someone else waiting their turn for the bathroom or someone else’s night to wash, you laugh. Loudly. If you’re waiting, or you have to wash the dishes, you cry. Loudly.

One Response to Episode II of Really Bad Poetry Written Way Too Late at Night:

  1. those wet darn dishes DON’T GO AWAY

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