Put away the dishes. <br />Those are my wishes. <br /> <br />Not in a half. Not in an hour. <br />Do it right now before I turn sour. <br /> <br />Do the dishes. It's a simple chore. <br /> <br />All she hears is <br />BLAH, BLAH, BLAH <br />So she Ignores. <br /> <br />I want to go to the football game on Friday Dad. <br /> <br />All I hear is <br />BLAH, BLAH, BLAH <br />So that's to bad.<br /><br />John Stroud<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friday-night-lights-not/
