Fitted Sheets
Do a wash with fitted sheets
And often, you’ll be finding
Socks or t-shirts stuck inside
In need of some unwinding.
For as the dryer spins around
Such items are attracted
Into the vortex of those sheets
And need to be extracted.
It’s easy to forget to look
So by the time I spy them,
The cycle’s almost finished
And there isn’t time to dry them.
Each laundry day I wonder,
As I open the machines,
What those sheets have trapped; today
It was a pair of sopping jeans!
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