Poem: Laundry

Laundry

Half, quarter, flatten, next.

Half, quarter, flatten, next.

Folding is not somethig I dread,

It's just always on my head.

I can't seem to getaway,

To watch tv or just to play.

Please someone invent a machine,

that will do more then wash 'um clean,

I'd prefer it dry AND fold,

I wouldn't have to do another load!

Half, quarter, flatten, next.

Half, quarter, flatten, next.

I can't wait for that magic machine to do the rest!

The Story Behind the Poem:

We always have piles of laundry to do. We are a family of 5! I wash at least 1-2 loads every day, needless to say: there's always a basket of clothes waiting to be folded. 

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