Last week’s events inspired a country song from yours truly.
(Think of Roy Clark plucking those strings, and you’ve got the general idea here)
All them dirty dishes in mah sink
They’s gettin’ pretty rank enuff ta stink
There ain’t no power here inside this room
And soon we are a preppin’ for the doom
Dirty dishes
Broken wishes
Dyin’ fishes
From the storm
Dirty dishes
Broken wishes
Dyin’ fishes
Ain’t the norm
We got no water here ta take a bath
There’s plenty snow out there to make a path
We scoops it up and puts it in the pan
Just boil it up a’top the butane can
Dirty dishes
Broken wishes
Dyin’ fishes
From the storm
Dirty dishes
Broken wishes
Dyin’ fishes
Ain’t the norm
Mah roommate said he would be back at noon
But that was yesterday, that rude buffoon
It was his turn to melt the snow today
I guess he done gone up and run away
Dirty dishes
Broken wishes
Dyin’ fishes
From the storm
Dirty dishes
Broken wishes
Dyin’ fishes
Ain’t the norm
PicsArt AI, “Record album cover of Dirty dishes, dying fishes, broken wishes, in a winter storm”
(Repeat)