Grundy Bolishes
Never did the dishes,
And piled high in Grundy's sink
Were things that stunk
And things that stinked.
There were glasses and mugs and jugs,
Plates and knifes and flinks,
Flunks and junk,
And loons and stoons and spoons.
There were spongy macaronis,
And green rock hard crusts of bread,
And something that definitely looked dead.
The dishes were piled high to the ceiling;
They covered the furniture,
And they covered the floor
And then they went right out the door.
The dishes went into the yard
And out into the street,
And Grundy Bolishes - remember Grundy?
Well, he never claimed to be neat.

But the neighbors they did complain,
And the neighbors they did yell
About all the yickity yuk
That they did smell.
So they went to find Grundy
Way under the mound,
And Grundy Bolishes
Was never to be found.

Now if you ever have some dishes to wash,
Just remember Grundy
And how he got lost.      



By Jay J. Kaylin
Copyright 2001