Beware, oh beware of the dishwasher door

When it’s situated so close to the floor.

Unloading, or loading, you’d better be quick,

For it can just give you a quite nasty nick.

 

Its edge is so sharp it can puncture your shin,

And on there the skin is so terribly thin.

While the blood’s running freely you’re starting to panic,

But take a deep breath, it’s not the Titanic.

Just hop to the bathroom to get a bandaid,

Though your equilibrium is feeling quite frayed.

 

Each day you’ll inspect the extent of the damage –

It’s surprising how quickly you’ll find you can manage

With a bandaid at night, but not in the day

Healing will swiftly be coming your way.

 

At night if you doze off in front of TV,

When you stagger to bed, just take it from me

You’ll forget to put a bandaid in place,

In the morning there won’t be a smile on your face.

 

For there on the sheets there will be a dark stain

And more washing for you, oh what a pain.

Sometimes you wonder, and have a good think –

Would it be better if you just washed up in the sink?