17 August 2012
All very well when you're in there
When you're done it ain't so great
It's like a bloody bomb site
Oh the culinary debris!
Wouldn't mind if you were catering
But there's only you and me
Baked potato potholes
Utensils far and wide
An overflowing sink
With all manner of stuff inside
Cumulo-nimbus flourclouds
Floating in the air
I need a map to find the fridge
And I think the cat's in there
Broken eggshell promises
That you'd clear up the mess
A virgin olive oil slick
Accompanies your untidiness
And in your quest to be
The very muckiest of pups
You broke the mug from which I chug
Now that really wound me up!
But I suppose I can't complain
I'm not getting any thinner
I'll clean it up some other time
At least I got my dinner...
Kitchen • Opuss № I