Chore Poem: Washing Dirty Dishes
Husam Karam Bassam Rassam Never Washed His Dirty Dishes
Husam Karam Bassam Rassam
Would always scram
When it came to throwing away the ham.
Dishes flew on the floor cracking,
And pots hit the ceiling smacking.
The food disposer went boom,
And the spoons went loom.
Scraps of food flew everywhere,
Here and there behind the chair.
His kitchen is an old dumpster
Haunted by a disgusting, filthy monster.
The water in the sink was brown as a dirty river.
To clean up his mess he used grenades;
From head to toe he was covered in Band-Aids.
Muddy water flew all the way to the sky,
When it came to the kitchen it was still high.
Husam’s dingo dove deep into the puddles of water
Digging through the dirty, disgusting mess.