Did you know that dishes fear me. Yes, its true, I don’t lie.
Go. See that sparkling white bowl. That with my wonderous hand I did fight with dried oatmeal.
Go speak to the pots that with burned rice and worn nonstick coatings I cleaned.
With such grace I wash dishes that now when I pass by clean pots they say, ” I feel a draaaft.”
Yes, fear me dishes for I am the cleaner of my own filth and the filth of others, and none can escape me.