The Dishwasher's Loaded

The dishwasher’s loaded,
The plates are all used,
The cups are all dirty and the cutlery confused.

My clothes are all dirty,
My shoes scuffed and worn,
I’m in need of no revamp to replace all that’s torn.

The hoover is silent,
The dusters lie crushed,
The paintwork is cleaned and the TV’s been hushed.

My tanks are all empty,
My vehicles SORN’ed,
The MOT’s need an update and insurance informed.

My mortgage has run,
My tax is all paid,
My bills have been cleared and ‘For Sale’ signs displayed.

The drawers are all empty,
I was running on fumes,
The past is all gone, each bit consumed.

You need to reorder,
To restock the shelves,
You need to invest and replenish yourselves.

My race has been run,
My round had been played,
I shot level par with four birdies made.