This laundry pile, it never ends
The dirty clothes invite their friends
Although some unmatched socks get washed
The pile's resistance remains unquashed
For every load the machine cleans
There seems no shortage of soiled jeans
And underneath like swarming ants
A growing team of underpants
The laundry will not disappear
Laundry is forever here
Unless we disregard the nose
And from now on wear dirty clothes
8 responses to “The Cycle Of Life”
Underneath like swarming ants, a growing team of underpants” James, that’s genuinely one of the finest rhymes committed to the English language. 😄 The only real solution proposed here (disregard the nose, wear dirty clothes) is honestly tempting some weeks. This is the “cycle” no one warns you about before adulthood.
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If only my laundry management skills were as good as my rhymes. I suppose the warnings were always there in childhood, but I certainly didn’t heed them.
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Ha! If good rhymes could fold laundry, James, you’d have the tidiest home in the land! 😄 But honestly, I’d take the poetic gift over sorting socks any day. The warnings never stood a chance against a mind this fun! 🩲
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Lol. Droll stuff indeed. Brightened my laundry day!
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Alas it’s never just one day though…
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I completely finished laundry once and was so proud. Then I realized we’re all still wearing something, and it’s not really done. 🤣😎🙃
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It’s never done!
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