Creature from the Pit of Despair

Creature from the Pit of Despair

A Poem by Samuel Dickens
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It's indescribably evil

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There’s evil in the kitchen, void of heart and soul

Waiting for me there, it makes my blood run cold

I’ve slain it many times, with bare and trembling hands

But when I walk away, it rises up again

Who will face this beast and make it go away?

No one else but me, I must sadly say

All others are afraid to raise their swords, it seems

And hide beneath their beds when they hear my bloody scream

Do they think I sleep so very well at night

Dreaming of the villain that daily, I must fight?

This food-encrusted monster, no longer can I face

So starting on the morrow, we’ll eat on paper plates

© 2015 Samuel Dickens


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Samuel Dickens
My wife almost never does the dishes.

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I don't get it..............hahahaahahahahaahahahahahaahahahahaaaaaaa

that's why our early ancestors just threw everything into one big heap outside and buried it. Makes for good archeology when ya can't dig up a dino bone....

just make a raw onion and cheese sammich, then there's no clean up


oh...btw.... nice poem... fun stuff.

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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I don't get it..............hahahaahahahahaahahahahahaahahahahaaaaaaa

that's why our early ancestors just threw everything into one big heap outside and buried it. Makes for good archeology when ya can't dig up a dino bone....

just make a raw onion and cheese sammich, then there's no clean up


oh...btw.... nice poem... fun stuff.

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Ha ha hee hee...welcome to my kitchen. I hate unloading the dishwasher but HAVE TO DO IT...in order to refill the damn thing. Just a lovely poem to enjoy this early morning as my dishwasher awaits me.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I think you plucked these words right from out of my mind. lol. Paper plates indeed!

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hahahahahahahah....oh god, when marraige was something that i was into, the agreement was she cooked and i cleaned up afterwards...it ended up i cooked and cleaned up....

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

We seem to have tamed the laundry monster here, but the dishmonster is more prolific and persistent than the Phoenix. It's in there gloating right now. :o) Excellent wordcrafting, Sam! An instant favorite with extra helpings of laughter

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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This made me laugh because it reminds me of my house, there's always a giant pile of dishes in the sink!
Love the poem ^_^


Posted 13 Years Ago


really funny :)loved it

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

OMG I had to get myself into a specific MINDSET today to even tackle the monster. the weird thing is, i like doing dishes by hand; it's very zen. it's the constructing and deconstructing of The Pile of Stuff that messes with the geometry of my head. I will put it off for hours but do tend to get it sorted by day's end. It's better if I'm on the phone simultaneously.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Your awareness of extraordinary in the everyday is a gift. It reminds me of Edgar Guest, one of my favorites.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What a hoot! Thanks, Sam...here at Reinecke central we have a saying "Them that cooks don't clean". However, sometimes it's no more than a saying. Fun stuff.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Samuel Dickens
Samuel Dickens

Alma, AR



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Greetings, all. I'm a seventy-six year-old father of three sons who enjoys writing, art, music, motorcycles, cooking, and a few other things. From 1967 to 1988, I served in the US Navy, where I travel.. more..

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