The dishes are done

Isis Town and Country - - Opinion - By RONNIE DOE

WELL, the dishes are done, There’s noth­ing in the sink. So I think I’ll sit, And pour my­self a drink. But just as I sit, I hear her voice. And I’ve got to get up, Be­cause I’ve got no choice. You see, I’ve got this woman, Who says she’s my wife. And says I promised to love her, For the rest of my life. She’s aw­ful bossy, And over­bear­ing too. And she loves to tell me, What to do! She says, “Ron­ald, are the dishes done? Did you wash and dry each one? Ron­ald, did you put them away, Don’t you lis­ten to what I say?” And I say, “Yes, Dear, the dishes are done, I washed and dried each one. Yes, Dear, I put them away, Be­cause I al­ways do what­ever you say.” But I don’t know why, I let her treat me this way. And I swear to God, I’m go­ing to leave her some day. I’m go­ing to walk out, And I’m go­ing to have some fun. But un­til that day, The dishes will be done.

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