Ode to a Pile of Laundry

Oh basket full of laundry there,
My kids are wondering what to wear.
They will go to school in the buff,
If I don't find time to fold all this stuff.

Socks and shirts, and undies too,
So much laundry in this life to do.
I carry basket loads up stairs and down,
If I didn't we'd all go clothes-less around town.

Pants and shorts, fluffy towels to enjoy,
I feel like a old laundry-slave toy.
I fold and I hang, I hang and I fold,
I'm getting laundry-folding elbow, I'm told.

I am wishing hard that someone will invent,
Some self-folding laundry, with good intent.
It would make my life easier still,
If it would find it's own way to the drawers to fill.

The little one has spilled all over herself again,
I am wearily waving the white undies, you win!
It doesn't matter how much I do this folding chore,
I know that tomorrow there will always be more!
And more.
And more.
And...help!

sisu
September,2007