Really, I don't know what I'd do with myself if I retire. Wash dishes?
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Housework
Wash the dishes dear.
A bard doesn’t do dishes.
William Shakespeare did,
wrote his best work when cleaning windows,
for his wife.
I didn’t know that darling; anyway
windows look ok to me.
I didn’t mean the windows but the dishes.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Don't let an angry man wash dishes; don't let a hungry man guard rice.
Curly Locks
_Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine?
Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine,--
But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
And feast upon strawberries, sugar and cream._
Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine?
The throb of my heart is in every line,
And the pulse of a passion as airy and glad
In its musical beat as the little Prince had!
Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine!--
O I'll dapple thy hands with these kisses of mine
Till the pink of the nail of each finger shall be
As a little pet blush in full blossom for me.
But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
And thou shalt have fabric as fair as a dream,--
The red of my veins, and the white of my love,
And the gold of my joy for the braiding thereof.
And feast upon strawberries, sugar and cream
From a service of silver, with jewels agleam,--
At thy feet will I bide, at thy beck will I rise,
And twinkle my soul in the night of thine eyes!
_Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine?
Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine.--
But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
And feast upon strawberries, sugar and cream._
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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030810 I'm Alone It's Not Fair
i'm running cold water on my hands
playing with scented soap bubbles
let me wash this dishes instead
while i reminisce days you were here
you're standing on that corner by fridge
with yellow towel drying dishes and glasses
then out of the blue we ran outside
we watched balloons passed by
very colorful once, i wonder if they saw us
from up there with all that billowing noise
my neck got stiff, you went and sit
then somebody scream 'flooding'
yes, water running out of the kitchen
drain clog up with unfinished food
it took us the whole day cleaning
i was poof and you're still smiling
it's very comforting being there
now i'm alone it's not really fair
poem by Manonton Dalan
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Faithful servants never retire. You can retire from your career, but you will never retire from serving God.
quote by Rick Warren
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Crediting Delusions Has Become Their Debt
It's difficult to rid the table,
Of an exclusive feast.
It's difficult to tell those seated,
The feast they eat is no longer free.
Chores given are refused,
To wash dirty dishes.
Participating in a clean up...
Many who sat dismiss this.
And the waiters and the cooks,
From them have gone.
And those who are left to pay the bill...
Are not accustomed to what's going on!
And no one amongst them,
Has skills to combine...
To prepare a meal.
Or can produce a dime,
From empty pockets they all feel.
Since crediting delusions has become their debt.
And no one can leave,
Until all payments have been met.
And coming to collect,
Appear to be...
Chinese?
To remove everything unquestionably made,
In China!
The crystal.
Dishes!
And menus too.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No retiring
When you retire from a thing,
You are going to get something
To retire to, from which
You have to retire on a later date.
09.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Do you know what you call those who use towels and never wash them, eat meals and never do the dishes, sit in rooms they never clean, and are entertained till they drop? If you have just answered, ""A house guest,"" you're wrong because I have just described my kids.
quote by Erma Bombeck
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Walking On The Spot
All the nights we slip
Slipping down the dark halls
Fingers point from old windows
An errie shadow calls
Walking on the spot
Make sure that Im alive
Moving every bone in my body
From side to side...
Chorus
Will we be in our minds when the dawn breaks?
Can we look the milkman in the eye?
The world is somehow different
You have all been changed
Before my very eyes.
Walk around your home
And pour yourself a drink
Fire one more topedo, baby
Wash the kitchen sink
Lounging on the sofa, maybe
See the living room die
Dishes are unwashed and broken
All you do is cry...
Repeat chorus
Instrumental break
Dishes are unwashed and broken
All you do is cry...
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Crowded House
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I've got the best of all worlds. It's every actor's dream to wake up in New York City and go to an acting job rather than to a restaurant to wash dirty dishes. And I live so close to the studios that I ride my bike to work.
quote by Christopher Meloni
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My life right now is, I wouldn't say reduced to food, but my duties in life are that I wake up, cook breakfast, clean the dishes, prepare lunch, clean those dishes, go to the market, get fresh produce, cook dinner, clean those dishes and then sleep if I can. And I love it. I actually adore it.
quote by Heath Ledger
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'I hate discussions of feminism that end up with who does the dishes,' she said. So do I. But at the end, there are always the damned dishes.
quote by Marilyn French
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My New Job
After I retired from the factory-I planned to be a couch potato-But soon my plans were changed-By my dear wife Evelyn Ada-She tied an apron on me-Though it was against my wishes-She pointed to the kitchen-And said go wash the dishes-She said I cook and clean-I've got enough to do-And now the dishwashing job-Has been assigned to you.
poem by Joy Thacker
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Wash It Down
I'magine all the words we're spitting
would be killing inside
being trapped in a jungle
be cool don't fight
there are no enemies no justice
but now you need revenge
everytime I show my faces
to earn your respect
I'm an absolute beginner
she's an absolute beginner
but I can't do with it
she can't do with it
I wash it you kick it and spoil it with dirt
nevermind I've got two faces and one of it hurts
What a dirty shirt (x6)
Wash it down
And when you roam with the storm
I'm coming your way
noone can stop me
it's the upcoming day
which shows you the thruth
and then your life gets confused
you might wash a white shirt without my lust
I'm an absolute sinner
she's an absolute sinner
and I need to commit
she needs to commit
I wash it you kick it and spoil it with dirt
nevermind I've got two faces and one of it hurts
What a dirty shirt (x8)
Wash it down
Wash it (x10)
Wash it down
Wash it down
Wash it down
My dirty shirt
Wash it down
(repeat)
Hey
Wash it down
WASH IT DOWN
Aieee (x2)
Yeah yeah yeah
I wash it (x5)
WASH IT (x2)
song performed by by Guano Apes from Proud Like A God
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Did She Ever Dance The Tango?
Did she ever dance the tango
On those clear and cloudless nights?
Did she ever wash the dishes?
While I was wondering what might
Time have made of our new loving
Or was it moving out of sight?
Did she ever fully love you?
Or did she merely say she did?
Did she sometimes feel too tired?
Or did she not have any kids?
Did you simply just forget me?
Why did you let my passion die?
Why did you never ever let me
Just be me so i could fly?
poem by David Keig
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Men Are Not Efficient
Men are not efficient
They slow and ponderous too
They fail to wash the dishes
And make 'sprinkles' in the loo
Men are just a waste of space
For so much they take up
Men are disobient
And don't deserve no love
Men are bad at grammar
And their spelling is quite dire
So woe betide the hapless man
Who lights miss moya's fire.
poem by David Keig
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Wash
Never meant to waste your time
never meant to fall out of line
I was trying to get closer to you
Now it seems with every step
feels like I'm losing my breath
I don't know what else I can do
but you wash over me
you wash over me like rain
and you wash over me
you wash over me like sunshine
I never had to choose
living a life with you
or chasing lies only half true
when our love would be
a world alone with you and me
than hiding behind these walls
when you wash over me
you wash over me like rain
and you wash over me
you wash over me like sunshine
and you wash over me
you wash over me like rain
and you fall over me
you crawl over me
like sunshine
like sunshine
Everything in the world was falling through
all I knew was it led to you
my sunshine
all my life never found my place
until I felt the sunlight on my face
my sunshine
Never meant to waste your time
never meant to fall out of line
I was trying to get closer to you
Now it seems with every step
feels like I'm losing my breath
I don't know what else I can do
but you wash over me
you wash over me like rain
and you wash over me
you wash over me like sunshine
and you wash over me
you wash over me like rain
and you fall into me
you crawl into me
like sunshine
like sunshine
like sunshine
like sunshine
song performed by by Lifehouse from Stanley Climbfall
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The List
Today, I told myself I'd returned to normal
Whatever that means
I concluded this by the fact
that I had actually completed
everything on my 'list'
without daydreaming
Those little checkmarks
a measurement of how far I've come
to forget you
After dinner,
I'll wash the dishes,
watch television,
read in bed,
and drift in dreams
Back to square one
poem by Sara Fielder
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What Is A Mother
What is a mother? 10/11/07
What is a mother? You ask me!
It is something which is hard to explain.
Because no two mothers are the same.
They can be gentle as a breeze on
A mid-summers nights dream.
Or as hard as a rock which you can not stop.
They can love you one minute-and spank you the next.
If you put them to a test.
They will feed you and clothe you
And put a roof over your head-and give you
A warm, soft comfortable bed.
They will dry your tears, and heal your cuts.
They will show you the rights from wrong
So you can grow big and strong.
If you’re a girl-they’ll teach you about satin and lace.
And if you’re a boy-you must “wash your face”.
A mother is first a woman, then a wife.
Then she creates a brand new life.
She has to put her priorities in line.
Then she has to find the time.
She will first take care of her husbands needs
And feed the baby in between.
Then wash the clothes-and make the beds
Sweep, mop and wash the dishes
And in between -feed the fishes.
She becomes a juggler of many hats.
Does not get a thank you or even a pat
She will continue this throughout her life
In hopes that maybe one day-she will hear her husband and
Children say.-we love you each and every day.
And no one can take that away.
This is what a mother is to me
And I will be thankful eternally.
poem by Louis Rams
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