A never ending pile it grows
The hamper fills then overflows
Socks and bras and shorts and undies
Monopolize my sacred Sundays
Got five kids there's no free ride
I should buy stock in liquid Tide
Into the washer then out on the line
It breaks my arms and aches my spine
Why does everyone take so many showers?
Folding towels just takes me hours
Seven piles of folded stuff
I tell you I have had enough
If I do not stay on my task
In dirty laundry I will bask
Odd socks they just drive me crazy
Put them together! Do not be lazy!
Eau de bleach is my cologne
But someday I'll be all alone
Missing all those little knickers
And shirts with the stuck on stickers
For now I suffer, my only pet peeve
Is "Who left this tissue up their sleeve?"
A contest entry
- Notice the unnoticed by Dienush.
900 points, ended July 18, 2008, 16 entries
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Comments
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I must say, the theme fascinates me. Poetry about laundry can be simply brilliant, exactly because people leave it at the door (better yet in the washing machine) when they write poems. However, I think the forced rhyming takes away from the charm this poem could have. I can read your frustration here, but the rhymes sound like you concentrated on them more than on creating unique imagery or a strongly personal piece of art. I do sense some irony here, and think rhyming might go with that, though it's probably just not my thing. Except for that, as I mentioned, I like the theme, and the concrete details give some good context for this poem. One small error I noticed:
"Odd socks they just drive me crazy" doesn't really need the "they", not a big deal but just thought I'd point it out. Thanks for your entry
~Diana
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hahaha this is SOOOOOOOOOO cute and TRUE! Laundry is that never ending task NO ONE wants to do, well written and easily related to this is absolutely great!
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