"I broke the rules" since I didn't understand the Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop rules. Next time I'll get it right, but for now, I like the ridiculousness I wrote below. I found the idea for this poem at Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop by clicking the "Inspiration" button before I realized it wasn't one of the prompts of the week. When I clicked again, the prompt disappeared, and 79 clicks later I still couldn't find it. The prompt went something like this: "Think of a task you'd like someone to do for you. Write them a poem about it."
So, here's my poem, dedicated to my husband, who frequently is asked to do...
The Yucky Stuff
I vacuumed, swept, and washed the clothes.
Changed diapers all day,
Wiped Baby's nose.
I baked some bread, tutored a client,
Went for a stroll,
Played fetch at Bryant.
Oh please, oh please, my only wish,
Empty out the dirty dish
That got pushed to the back
Of the shelf below
Forgotten for weeks
In our fridge to grow
- who knows what?
I haven't seen...
Whatever's inside
Oh won't you clean?
The yucky stuff,
The yucky stuff,
I'd like you to do the yucky stuff.
I loaded the dishes, fixed Baby's lunch,
Folded laundry,
Played ball a bunch.
Filled the sippy, read some books,
Tucked Baby in
With loving looks.
Oh please, oh please, if I may ask,
Please take out the diaper trash.
It's filled to the brim
With stinky poo.
I should have emptied it,
Please won't you?
If Baby could speak
I know she'd say,
"It should have gone out
Yesterday."
The yucky stuff,
The yucky stuff,
Won't you take care of the yucky stuff?
I'll pick up the toys,
Make the bed,
Put pretty bows
On Baby's head.
I'll buy the groceries,
Clean the mirrors
Make doctor's appointments
For Baby's ears.
But dog doo?
You!
Spiders, too.
And don't forget
The mystery goo.
Yes, yucky stuff,
The yucky stuff.
Please always do the yucky stuff.
