I think that I shall never see
the end of my pile of laundry.
When the washer stops and the dryer buzzes
I go excitedly thinking that no more fuss is
Needed to finish this task.
However laying before me it basks
Ominously rearing its ugly head,
Another load needing its water bed.
So what shall I do with this endless drudgery?
Be thankful to the Father above and not be blubbery
That my Kenmore's work
and I am not a poet laureate.
1 comment:
Lady, I am pretty impressed with your poetic prose. Thanks for the smile. I can so relate. Try living with three boys and trying to keep up on the laundry. Not easy! Love ya, Sandi
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