Grease – poetry for slummy mummies

This weekend I went for a rummage in the 20p bin at the Amnesty bookshop, and came across a collection of poems from a writer called Grace Nichols, called Lazy Thoughts of a Lazy Woman. How could I not buy it?

My favourite so far is called Grease – poetry for women who can think of better things to do than clean kitchens.



Grease steals in like a lover
over the body of my oven.
Grease kisses the knobs
of my stove.
Grease plays with the small
hands of my spoons.
Grease caresses the skin
of my table-cloth,
Grease reassures me that life
is naturally sticky.

Grease is obviously having an affair with me.




    • 16 August, 2011 / 11:51 am

      Great post, well written and oh so true!

      Tis the same in my house, even kitchen items I rarely use and are safely in a cupboard seem to suffer the same fate!
      I get a severe case of PMT cleaning frenzy once a month because of this!

      • 26 August, 2011 / 12:48 am

        Love the poem! Am heading straight to book depository,,, Thanks for sharing, love the blog too, can totally relate to some of your posts (is it bad that I found your blog by googling “can I hide dirty dishes in the cupboard?” :P My dad’s coming over this morning and I just CAN’T be bothered… Whilst I know it’s “wrong” I take great solace in knowing I’m not the only person in the world who has ever considered it!: P

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