C. T. Suddeth

I wrote this parody to ward off cabin fever!

Dirty Dishes

Dirty dishes, dirty dishes,

They’re all made out of cheapie plastic,

And they all taste just the same,

Dirty dishes most everywhere,

Some are blood red, some are green grass,

Some are mud blue, some are pale gray,

They’re all made out of flimsy plastic,

And they taste like dirty dishes.

And people living in their wretched houses,

All went to the supermarket,

They bought things for dirty dishes,

And the whole world was much the same,

There were big people and little people,

And sad people and happy people,

They all bought the cheapie plastic,

And they all taste like dirty dishes.