We’ll, fiddle-de-fizzle and foodle-de-do! My Pampered Chef dishbrush is broken in two. Well, fizzle-de-fizzle and foodle-de-dee, It’s broken apart, as plainly you see. I’ve used it for nigh onto 24 years, And losing it now sends me nigh into tears. I’ve used it on pots and on pans and on platters, On cookware befouled with my sauces and batters. I’ve used it to scrub every plate, cup, and flask, And never, not once, did it shirk from its task. I’ve scrubbed my utensils, each cranny and nook. Its bristles would scour each elbow and crook. For Twenty-four years it served faithful and true, And now that it’s broke, I’m not sure what to do. My dishes will miss it. They like to be clean. It makes them feel special, contented, serene. They’ve lost a good friend on whom they’ve depended, But now that relationship, sadly, has ended. And I, in this moment of heartache and sorrow, Must seek a replacement, but not ‘til tomorrow. I’ll give my dear scrub brush a proper brush send off Before I engage in a new dish brush spend off. Goodbye, my dear scrub brush, you proved yourself true. There’s more I could say, but… I’ve dishes to do. Pampered Chef Scrub Brush 1998-2022 #pamperedchef #danielwshegrud https://www.instagram.com/p/CcvaahlFpm5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=