Dishes Wishes

I feel that twitching

Of my fingers itching

To write something good

I could hear my dishes

And laundry; it wishes

I do as I should

But for once (a'right twice)

I t would feel so nice

Just to sit and stay

And make believe

That I am relieved

From my duties today.

Is it too much to ask

Absolved from my task

For, well, just because?

Can there be some break 

Which I can take

From reality and its' laws?

Well, as I sit hear and reckon

The dishes still beckon

No rest for the weary

My laundry don't care

(We need what to wear) 

Regardless the theory.

Hmmm…

I still feel that twitching....