
This is the story of The Constant Baker vs. The Clean Kitchen Maker;
For as long as I can remember
and even a little before then
There has been a battle in my house
between the two of us, now and again
You see when we got married
We made a deal to ease our stress
She would do the cooking
And I would clean up her mess
For the first several years of marriage
We did our part at each meal
While all the time thinking
"Sucker, I got the best of this deal"
But what we did not notice
What we failed to see
Was the battle that was brewing
Between her and between me
Now I have to admit
That my wife's a great cook
She can whip out any dish
Either from her head or from a book
But with her great cooking
Comes a price to be paid
As I look in our kitchen
To see the terrible mess that was made
But, we had a deal
So I'll go it alone
Straight into the kitchen
Enter the disaster zone
Every plate gets washed
Every surface gets scrubbed
And when I finally finish
I feel like I was just drubbed
But when I am done
I can't help but think
How fucking great it all looks
From the range to the sink
As I sit my ass down
After a job well done
I hear the faint sound
Of her on the run
She is back in the kitchen
And ready to bake
Making a mess again
Oh, for fuck sake!!!
And so it continues
For the clean kitchen maker
This ongoing battle
With his constant baker
Enjoy your weekend everyone...and peace out!
That is freaking hilarious! I dated a guy with a kitchen that looked just like that...that heavens I did not marry him!
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