Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Dirty dishes

The dishes are dirty
The spoons grimy

The cups filled with remains of yesterday's tea
The bowls lined with salt from the raging sea

The table decorated by the left over’s of last night
Gravy on the wall, witness to the fight

You asked me if there was another one
I asked if I was missing the pun

She said no, she found the lipstick stained shirt
The perfume filled hanky and the long forgotten beach's dirt

I tried to reason with her, tell her that it was all her mind playing tricks
I was trying to escape her wrath, telling her she was throwing imaginary bricks

She left me in a while
I was left with a dirty pile

The dishes are dirty
The spoons grimy


Just Another Guy said...

Good one ...

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