Washingdom
Here, you are again, O Dawn,
I've become Dame Washalot reborn,
Of suds I am a champion
of expert washingdom,
What did we trade off for golden rings?
Is it still that biology-is-destiny thing?
Are all men such total duds?
Do you ever feel the need to suds?
Or am I queen of the rotten mongrels? Tough!
Now I have vacuum too, suck it up!
Vacuum now or wash later?
Why am I such a procrastinator?
This multi-tasking womanly thing,
Are wedding rings mere washing bling?
Whinging is fun, but no one listens,
See this washing glow and glisten,
So, here you again, O Dawn,
Here I am, Dame Washalot reborn!
Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2016
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