Mom told me to wash the dishes
But that is Sister’s job I’m sure.
Men shouldn’t have to wash dishes
So I devised a little cure.
I would break one of Mom’s dishes,
Which would certainly make her sore,
But then she would never let me
Help wash the dishes any more.
But Mom said I just broke my plate,
And though I put up quite a howl,
Mom still makes me do the dishes
Now I eat off a paper towel.
Wayne Edwards is a native Texan, graduate of Texas A&M University, and retired Air Force officer. He lives, with his wife Ruth, on a fish farm in Texas, in an underground house he built himself. Wayne can be reached via e-mail at 
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men can wash dishes and not break them , i like the poem because of the great rhymes.
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