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The Purpose of Offspring
Contributed by
silent_tears
on
Thursday, 7th October 2004 @ 09:04:22 PM in AEST
Topic:
HumorPoetry
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Dingy water that you
Can't see through.
The smell of tuna and Dawn
Mixed together makes me cringe as I yawn.
For late at night I wash the dishes,
In a daze thinking of life's wishes.
My only thought for now,
Is why and how
Did these dishes get all that stuck
To it? But maybe with some elbow grease and luck
It will come up.
This chore is worst of all,
But to top it all off,
I have to reach into
The cold, raunchy water-
Into the unknown of
Mac-n-cheese and pork grease.
This chore is why my parents had me.
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Re: The Purpose of Offspring
(User Rating: 1 )
by inoc on
Friday, 8th October 2004 @ 05:54:48 AM AEST
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I liked this one...
dishes are the pits....but one thing more I hate more
the ironing
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