So when Dr. Mackie assigned a sonnet as homework for Poetry Writing, I thought a while late the other night and remembered that I need to do laundry when I visit home this weekend. So I wrote about doing laundry.
Time to wash the laundry,
Everything needs to be cleaned;
Hoodies, T-shirts, socks and
sundry
Travel into the circular machine.
In a way I suppose it’s urgent -
That semi-dressy shirt for Tuesday
has a stain.
How much do I use of the
detergent?
Thought I just did this…now here I
am again…
…Huh, look, here’s a quarter! And
a guitar pick!
They don’t really have to be color-sorted, do they?
By tossing it all together, it’s
an efficiency trick,
That hoodie sleeve is starting to
fray…
With expeditions frequent in
lost-sock retrieval,
Let’s face it: Laundry is a
necessary evil.
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