Do you ever do anything right?
You always seem to undo my chores.
Even in the dead of the night
Your dirty feet find my clean floors.
My shiny dishes get filthy again
In the sink where you wash your hands.
I asked you to fix the toilet, when
Will you ever “get to it? ” And those pans
You said you would put away
Are still lying on the kitchen mat.
The thing you left out began to decay.
I think I just walked past a rat.
The oil needs to be changed,
The cat needs a bath,
That TV you bought should be exchanged.
So come inside, or you’ll get my wrath..
Oh really, Dad, what’s that you say?
It’s Mom that did all of that anyway?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love the flow of your poem. I can relate to some of these things. I like it. (: