7th Grade Chore Poem
By: Alim Momin P2
Washing the Dishes
I hate washing the dishes
and would rather think about my fantastic fishes.
Who wants to scrape pots and pans
when you could go buy some cans.
They are stacked up so high
it might even touch a birds thigh.
It broke our whole roof
I even have proof.
They are as big as cats
but they are as smelly as mats
It was Dark Water Rising all over again.
The biggest one was Ben
Sometimes they talk
and maybe even 'sqwak'.
They jump up and down
and stroll around town.
Now it's time for me to start
And clean the work of art.
For now I will do my dishes
instead of thinking about my fishes.