Put away the dishes.
Those are my wishes.
Not in a half. Not in an hour.
Do it right now before I turn sour.
Do the dishes. It's a simple chore.
All she hears is
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH
So she Ignores.
I want to go to the football game on Friday Dad.
All I hear is
BLAH, BLAH, BLAH
So that's to bad.
John Stroud
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friday-night-lights-not/
