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!