Dishes

It's a pile
Evidence
Forensically specific
Of a little cheffery
Those healthful
Home cooked
Meals

But it's a pile
And it leers
And peers
Seeking its dénouement
The closure it demands
To be put to bed
To dry by night

But if one misses
Doesn't tuck in
The squeaky glass
Complaints will emanate
The unsettled masses
Will pile
And pile on

Nightmares ensue
Disruptions they'll do
So get it together
Wash them right up
Soak that cloth
Soap that mug
And get the forks behind the ears

And you'll wake up
And cook again