It was always with the dishes
Marilyn constantly and politely asked her daughter Izzy to do the dishes
Izzy always stated she would.
But every time the mother came back, the dishes were still messy with food
She couldn't take no more.
Shouting out to her daughter, who knows this'll be a bore
"WHAT?!" asks Izzy
Freezes in her steps, as Marilyn appears to be in a tizzy
Marilyn grew tall
Shot up over fifteen feet, getting a bit nervous if she'll even stop at all
"Welcome to your own personal hell!"
Marilyn crazily speaks
Because with all of those dishes, she'll certainly be at it for weeks!
haha If you read all of that, thanks for humoring me! Wanted to do one that is set up perfectly for a short story, and that wouldn't take too long.