Poems · September 2017-TBD

“Children’s Slotted Plates”

 

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“Trolling Dishware” © C.P. Hickey 2017

 

“Children’s Slotted Plates”

 

Children’s slotted plates.

Children’s, slotted, plates!

You, are the bane of my existence.

Although, I soaked you overnight,

your stains still give resistance.

Little pockets seems so neat.

Squares for veggies.

Circles meat.

When in the sink soaking through,

you keep the knives obscured from view.

You slip from hands when caked in suds,

Dish towel dried for next usage.

Children’s slotted plates.

Children’s, slotted, plates!

You are the bane of my existence.

 

 

 

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