(copyright Sue Nicholls. Just ask and link back if you want to use it)
I’ve lost the urge for cooking, I think I’m round the bend,
I love to eat and entertain my family and friends,
But when I think about it, it’s not the will to sup,
I’ve lost, Oh no not that at all, it’s the b….y washing up!
If I were rich, apart from having chauffeur, plane and pilot,
I’d have a maid to wash and launder all my pots and privates,
He or she would live next door and like a glass of wine,
I’d cook a sumptuous dinner and invite her round to dine,
And as the night drew to a close, the greatest of my wishes,
Would be fulfilled as I relaxed and he washed up the dishes.