Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Memoirs Of A Dirty Dish

(Reader of poem clears throat, takeing dramatic pause)


I am a dirty dish
Not a worthless dish
Have been used, then forgotten

All I need is soap and love
Wont someone wash me?
Be gentle, try not to break me.


I AM A DIRTY DISH

But I am not a worthless dish.

Please don't make me a worthless dish.


(Reader of poem weeps gently, openly, exposed)