Poezja

Crimson blue underwear hanging from the line...
Tea kettles a'fired hot above the boilin' stove.

Sugar crumb'd on the table just-a set in spil'led water...
This puddled liquid lies so still and languildly cold.

Cock roaches battle army-ants for the syrup'ed coated sea...
A missing person, done departed from this runny top-Forever due, 
is of one wanted missing mop.

An over flowing sink filled with dirty dishes...
Reminds one of a most wanted housekeeper, Unwisely left 
unattended-will come the rushing waters from one let go of faucet.

What did happen to this scene-An unkept mess that did so happen.   

A mess so bad would have to be cleaned up...
A broken dish or a chipped up cup.