Clothes Waiting To Be Washed
Smelling the clothes rinsed,
Easily he winced
Then, freed a waiting sigh
For the ones not dry …
Now, quite The Helpless-Tired,
He shall have a launderer hired
The Heart he needs that of A Lion
To The Settled Ones iron …
Clothes keep waiting to be washed,
Even asking that this be rushed
But in reply a face is just flushed,
Because Tap Water still gushed.
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