Washing Dishes
Washing dishes is the worst
Makes me want to simply burst
Always fill the sink up first
Forks and spoons, a crusty bowl
The rolling pin; don’t let it roll
Scalding water takes its toll
Scrubbing grease out of the pans
Rinsing soda out of cans
Pancake syrup on my hands
Then the rows of dishes end
Sit back, relax, go phone a friend
And watch the dishes pile again…
Makes me want to simply burst
Always fill the sink up first
Forks and spoons, a crusty bowl
The rolling pin; don’t let it roll
Scalding water takes its toll
Scrubbing grease out of the pans
Rinsing soda out of cans
Pancake syrup on my hands
Then the rows of dishes end
Sit back, relax, go phone a friend
And watch the dishes pile again…
This poem is copyright (©) Erin Zampaglione 2026
About the Writer
Erin Zampaglione
Erin spent 10 years as a scientist, running experiments and analyzing data in laboratories. Scientific writing can be very technical, but she always loved writing poetry for school publications, friends, and family. Now she is a full-time mom and first-time children’s writer. She hopes to approach these new roles in the same way a scientist would: by being curious and observant.
