Uh! I'm thinking.....
Is it that leather
For YOU to wipe
That weather
From the windows.
P'raps a sponge
That grows
For YOU to soap
My back in the bath
Or for YOU to mop
My watery path
As I retire
To the TV
So as not to see thee
Attack with wrath
That mess, YOU see.
No coffee cup!
TV volume up.
It's loud washing up.
To be or not.
'Pass us a tinny'
I shout
At the lady in the pinny.
Then go...
Squeeze that next thingy.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your writing is great no library holds such grace...Thank you sir