Laundry Day

Contest entry. Rhyming is hard.

 

Laundry Day

 

There is no rhyme there is no reason.

No matter the time of day or the season

Understanding eludes me I just feel dumb.

Where oh where does all this laundry com from?

 

The washer goes on day and night.

No matter my will this seems a losing fight.

Depression sets in I feel so glum.

Where or where does all this laundry come from?

 

Time is wasted and my energy spent.

My back aches and I believe is permanently bent.

Aching legs make me stumble like some drunken bum.

Where oh where does all this laundry come from?

 

I have a good plan and with some commonsense.

I shall wash every shirt, towel, or sock damn the expense.

Despite my will I see yet another pile covered in scum.

Where or where does all this laundry come from?

Author's Note

Well there is a reason I don't do rhyming poetry more often. Despite the light subject matter though I'm still pretty happy with it. If for no other reason than a good creative excercise.

Reviews

[Tammy]

An enjoyable and oh so true write...

[Salvatore Buttaci]

I can see how you won best kyrielle with this one. You tell the age-old story of the human washer's dilemma and you tell it well.

Sal

[Tovli]

my sentiments exactly! where does it come from--and I am sure dirty dishes actually "breed" while my back is turned. loved this! really cute! tovli

[Salvatore Buttaci]

You surely have the drudgery of doing laundry down pat. Great poem. An effective repetition in each stanza's last line. You might want to vary slightly the last stanza's repeated line to close the poem.

Sal