Ode to My Blue Bowl

Plates were in the washer clean
An easy solution it would seem
Yet the sink was overflowing with
Every single type of dish.

The night before I had consumed
Popcorn from my bowl of blue.
Delicious treat, a healthy snack
But then I put the blue bowl back
Atop the pile in the sink
Oh blue bowl what did I think
Knowing Kyle (as do I)
Views kitchen mess with narrowed eye.

Whose fault it was I do not know
But Kyle dealt the fatal blow
Rent asunder by brutal force
My bowl’s life had run its course.

Another bowl of red he found
Will we find it lying ‘round?
If we have learned then I think not
Let’s not leave dishes in the sink, to rot.