A.H. Browning

My Emergency Bowl

My emergency bowl
Is staring back at me, accusingly
The last bastion of hope, (to have cereal)
Just rolled its eyes at me…  (metaphorically)

Just wash the dishes
That’s all I have to do
Then it won’t come to this…
This twisted, guilt ridden relationship

I love my emergency bowl
Always there, always waiting
To disapprovingly save my butt, once again
To take pleasure in condemning me…

I am not a sloth…  I’ve been very busy
Don’t look at me that way…  I’ll do the dishes tomorrow
Boy, I’m never going to hear the end of this




  • orchidee

    A fine write, lol.

    • A.H. Browning

      Thank you for reading and commenting. I plan to wash some dishes today...

    • Lorna

      Oh how funny! I just loved this..... made me laugh out loud............. thanks...........

      • A.H. Browning

        This short poem may have been... most likely was... probably, may have had something to do with someone I know. I see this person whenever I look in the mirror. Ha!
        Thank you for reading and commenting. Much appreciated.

        • Lorna

          Now this made me laugh too.............

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