End of Day Diddle

I wrote the following in response to one of Colleen's blog entries.  She just ate dinner and was exhausted from the day when she wrote about how full she was and how she wanted the pots, pans, and dishes to wash themselves.

Hey! diddle, diddle,

I'm a bit wide in the middle,

Feels like I've swallowed the moon;

"Little pots and pans,

Wash yourselves", I command.

So the dish ran away with the spoon.