Do your house mates or work colleagues leave the communal kitchen filthy despite your every protest? Print this off and stick it on the wall. It may just do the trick!

Tea Room Poem

By Paul ‘Feisty’ Hassing

When holding a wet teaspoon,
Prithee, stop and think:
‘Shall I wash and dry the bastard,
Or chuck it in the sink?’

Imagine all your workmates
Gathered at your side;
Fondling their bread knives
As you try to decide.

Picture sixteen Staysharps,
Keen and cold and true,
Dicing you to dog food
And you’ll know what to do.

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