True Story

I was told to write a poem,

"Only nine lines long, is it to be",

That was the decree I received.

Sigh as I might, I have things to do,

"Kitchen the clean too, need I!"

Cry in vain I do,

For no one cares that dishes pile high!

With saddened heart, I finish my write,

Now to the dishes, they give me a fright!