Here goes....
Oh dirty laundry,
How I wish you'd disappear,
But everytime you seem to......to.......reappear,
You never cease to pile up,
Even before I can finish a can of 7-Up.
But, I've learned to live life washing you,
If not, all of us will smell *PEE-EWE*.
Oh dirty laundry,
I'm thankful for my washing machine,
Without it, I don't know how else I'd get you clean.
After a wash, hanging you out to dry,
Under the hot Malaysian sky,
Is also something I dread.
But you are what I have to live with......until I am dead.
So what do you think? Do I have the makings of a great poet? Do I? Do I?
No?
Probably the first and last poem I'd ever write.
Oh well, I tried. I really did.
Linking up here for Time Travel Tuesday at By Word of Mouth Musings
No?
Probably the first and last poem I'd ever write.
Oh well, I tried. I really did.
Linking up here for Time Travel Tuesday at By Word of Mouth Musings