A poem

Laundry in the morning.
Laundry at noon.
Laundry underneath the big blue moon.

Baskets on the chairs.
Baskets on table.
Baskets full of underwear.

His are folded.
Hers are folded.
Theirs are too.

Laundry is finished.
Until tomorrow….
as the pile is never long diminished.

This little poem is brought to you by Laundry Day at our house!