A Clothes Call



I don't have a basket of clothes.

Just motley piles here and there;
shirts, pants, and shorts –
some socks and under wear –
mixed up when no one sorts
them – chores I do not share.

No one gets really mad.

I wash whites only in hot
and everything else, Hmmm, not –
and all the rest? Who knows!
Wash and wear? Don't care!

It can't be all that bad!

Some have no clothes at all.

That naked truth is sad!



Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-01-18 at 01:05

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Chris Fernie
Dear NADP,

Like most of your work, this had me in a spin with your dry sense of humour. You are truly a wit worth reading!


Cheers, Chris
2007-01-18


Rob Graber
Laundry--a motley thing if ever there was one. Good write!
2007-01-18


Teala
Quirky and fun! Your laundry comes alive here! ( wouldn't that be scary!)
2007-01-18