Wash Day

Dirty clothes in the hamper

Wet towels on the bathroom door

Mismatched socks hiding here and there

I search for them all over the floor.

I gather all the pieces up

And into the basket I load

Each fetid, smelly item

Down the stairs to the basement I go.

A laundry pod….

Some softener….

Some smellies that I adore…

Then I load up the washer with nasties

And hastily close the door.

I wait until I hear the sound

That the current load is done.

I make my way back down the stairs

Oh this is so much fun!

I stuff the clothes in the dryer

And roll my tired eyes

I start it up and go my way

With a world weary sigh.

At last I hear the buzzer

The clothes at last are through.

I gently remove them from the dryer

And fold them up for me and you.