Dishes Poem by Elaine Battersby

Dishes



Dishes, dishes every where,

But, I’m the cook, so I think that’s fair.
Dishes, dishes, everywhere.

Crikey cries the washer upper.
All these dishes just for super.

Oh, but that’s the price you have to pay,
For such a fine culinary display.



Elaine Battersby
September 2011

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Elaine Battersby

Elaine Battersby

Preston, Lancashire.Lives in London
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