Wash Day

Frayed and puckered in a heap Skivvies on top, worn socks beneath Lace collar curled up in disgust Offensive smells to upper crust Deep baskets poured out jumbled loads Soap bubbles flip flopped to and fro Pearl buttons twirled as I declared “Those agitatin’ underwear!” Riled ruffles twisted in a bind As boxers wiggled up behind Inclined to fret and whirl away When this old tub began to sway Just fixin’ to soak in some suds Till wringers caught the cycles buzz This necks been drawn too many times By garments surely less refined Soon clothespins gathered at my tag To pinch my frills despite those rags Hung out to dry, high strung until Tucked in a bag marked good will