Okay, this one is sort of ridiculous, but it was fun to write. So laugh away!!
The Hell of Laundry
“Hello laundry, my old friend”
Simon & Garfunkel
Hello laundry, my old friend,
here we are in the basement again,
Because the dirt always staining
Left few clean things remaining
And the scent embedded in my brain
Still contains
The smell of laundry
Up and down the stairs I go
To the laundry room below
In the glow of the halogen light
I sort delicates from the blacks and whites
When my hands are soiled by the damp of others’ sweat
those socks are wet!
I touch the damp of laundry
When I sort, I’ve sometimes sworn
Half these clothes were never worn.
T-shirts piled without soiling,
Blue jeans hampered without toiling.
My Son tossing clothes he’s never donned,
‘Cuz he’s never gone
to the Hell of laundry
“Damn!” said I, “You guys don’t know –
How much doing laundry blows.
Come downstairs and do a load,
so my bleeping head won’t explode.”
But my words like stinky t-shirts fell
Amid the piles of laundry
And the Mother kneels and folds
All the laundry she could hold.
And her actions were a warning
to the swear words that were forming.
And the omen said, The curses of the Mother echo inside the basement walls
And upstairs halls
And rest beside the now clean laundry.
Poem A Day 