One is supposed to chillax on weekends but in fact, more time is spend by me in the kitchen, on holidays
The pervert keeps calling me in the kitchen"Come near my dear, it's your sink calling you on a mission."
I pull up my sleeves and get ready to fight the greasy opponents
They give me tough looks as if they were waiting for this very moment
Some of them are generously burnt and so need a generous amount of Vim
Some are content and get easily shiny and clean
Although the time taken to wash the dishes is not much
then why do I despise this chore so much?
I don't mind spending hours in making delicacies
but can't tolerate the sight of sink filled with dirty utensils
In my dreams, when I see an empty sink
my happiness knows no bounds and I start to sing
But the alarm of reality wakes me up with a start
and I embrace the chore as my life's important part.