An Ode to my Dishwasher

I wandered to the kitchen where I looked and looked and sought,

But, alas, I searched for naught. Not one clean dish was there! Not one!

No fairy came to clean the dishes while I lay cloaked in dream,

But the one who used the ONE LAST BOWL to eat chocolate ice cream!

So stoically I resigned to get a little dirty,

In soapy, steamy water, while my hair gets uber-frizzy,

When suddenly I saw it gleaming new and beautiful and white

Oh dishwasher, who promises to make my dishes clean and bright!

“Heaven, is it true,” I cried? “Have you come to rescue me?

From dishpan hands and drudgery,

A DISHWASHER, for me?!!?”

It stood silent, yet I knew its purpose quite delighful

Was to take the sticky filthy things and make them bright…ful.

And so with shaking hands at first I opened up the door

And peered inside to see, would this hold two, or three or four..

What! MORE! Yes, my heart danced with glee for this not only fit

A few bowls and plates, but this miracle would hold everything!

A sink full to an empty sink, I had after five minutes!

And there I stood, looking around to find what else to wash!

And so I danced, jumped up and down, feeding it soap, I turned the dial.

I went to do some OTHER things, my dishes washing ALL the while.

When ’twas done, oh HOW they shone! I called my husband to me,

Come quick and look, share the joy- it’s not MY job to empty. 🙂