WHEN we on simple rations sup <br />How easy is the washing up! <br />But heavy feeding complicates <br />The task by soiling many plates. <br /> <br />And though I grant that I have prayed <br />That we might find a serving-maid, <br />I'd scullion all my days I think, <br />To see Her smile across the sink! <br /> <br />I wash, she wipes. In water hot <br />I souse each pan and dish and pot; <br />While taffy mutters, purrs, and begs, <br />And rubs himself against my legs. <br /> <br /> <br />The man who never in his life <br />Has washed the dishes with his wife <br />Or polished up the silver plate- <br />He still is largely celibate. <br /> <br />One warning: there is certain ware <br />That must be handled with all care: <br />The Lord Himself will give you up <br />If you should drop a willow cup!<br /><br />Christopher Morley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/washing-the-dishes/
