‘Twas the weekend before Christmas, and all through the house,
All I could hear was the grumbling of my spouse.
The dishes were piled all over the sink
Our dishwasher, you see, had sprung a great leak
In the dining room I settled, all ready to wrap
When HORRIBLE sounds arose from the kitchen,
my husband was swearing and yelling and bitchin’!
The NEW dishwasher, apparently, was broke.
Pack it all up and return to the store,
With a second dishwasher now needing install,
The words that he used I’ll dare not repeat,
you can guess for yourself it wasn’t lamb’s bleat.
Today as I sit here, writing these words,
As Santa readies his sleigh to fly through the air,
I’m quite sure that my husband has a little less hair!