An ode to laundry

Warm clothes from the dryer and neatly folded clothes.
Fresh, clean linen, is indeed therapy for the soul.
Many do it infrequently, since for them it is a chore
On par with work and other tawdry things that bore.


I wasn't always like this, my friend, I must admit
But once I discovered washers/dryers, I exulted quite a bit.
Ching-ching is the musical sound of the quarters entering the machine
And scant minutes later (or so it appears) the clothes are so clean.


Don't tell me that isn't magic; what else can it be?
It is definitely on par with anything conjured by Houdini.
Life's simplest pleasure can be summed up this way
Heavens be praised - for today is laundry day!


Wait a minute! I need to step back and do a re-think.
Lest people conspire to send me to a shrink.
Errr, yes, laundry, ummmm yes, what was that again?
I agree with you wholeheartedly, doing it is a pain.


What kind of a moron would praise his chores?
Must be someone who's walked into one too many doors.
Normal he isn't, I completely concur with you.
Now, please, please let me go, I forgot to separate the whites from the blue!

- CSM