Poem about heavy hints, do you get it?

He has fallen asleep and I still had to make the tea now I have to make dinner with a soar tooth in the cold kitchen, he says, once I get my hands in the warm washing up water I'll feel much better, is this true? Because I feel sick YUK! *spits*... no wonder, I have cold camomile tea its more like medicine really its nasty business being under the weather and having to make tea for everyone and doing the cooking.