my whites as white as they can be
Because I haven't time, you see
To use my bleach, or even pee.
I'm frightened of my laundry piles
It seems like they go on for miles
A jumbled load of many styles
A daunting mound of washing wiles
From pants to shirts to socks and hose
The laundry comes, the laundry goes
And every savvy mother knows
No matter what you do it grows
Alas, for laundry there's no cure
Like death and taxes, laundry's sure
To be the bane that I endure
As years go by and I mature.
tlc
