An Ode to Laundry

Laundry, oh laundry, will you please go away?
Do you not understand how you ruin my day?

With all of the piles, I can't get on top
I start in the morning and don't ever stop.

I'll think that I'm done and only find sorrow
When I realize that I just have more for tomorrow.

Drying and washing and washing and drying,
Place your bets now for when I stop trying.

Can't we all wear clothes that I can throw out
I know I'd save money when I stop buying Shout!

Checking and scrubbing and treating with goop
The spit up and stains and gross baby poop.

Laundry for home and for sisters and brother,
Out with one load and in with another.

Then sorting and folding and matching's a pain
Of all my existence, I'd call you the bane.

This menial task just keeps me so busy
Is this one of Jane's socks or does it fit Lizzy?

Then into their rooms to find the right drawer
I'd call the whole process a chore and a bore.

And the iron sees almost no light in this place
When Brent asks me to, I laugh in his face.

When I hate it so much, then what does it mean?
There are too many baskets some dirty, some clean.

I have too many "things" I don't understand why
It's time that I take a trip to D.I.