The Big Wash! (poem)

On a Sunday morn, mummy said - 

"Today's your turn to clean clothes in the machine"

So I put the dirty ones in and starting working,

While the clothes were getting clean!

After a while, when they were clean,

I went to hang them out,

And then I saw another pile of dirty clothes on my bed,

Sighed, and turned on the washing machine all about! 

When I went to hang these out,

I wondered if there'll be,

Another heap of dirty clothes,

Waiting for me to see!

And I was right, for when I went in,

Yet another pile was greeting me,

"Come on and put us in the machine,

So that we're clean for your mom to see!"

I got all mad, but still put them in,

And made a commitment,

"If there's another pile again,

In the machine I'll punch and make a huge dent!"

I hung the third pile and went in my room,

And what d'you suppose I saw?

Well, you're right! Another pile,

And I said, "I'll eat them raw!" 

I flung the clothes around and round,

In anger my face went red!

Even the clean ones were now dirty,

And then I just wanted to bang my head!

When mommy came,

She saw the mess,

And exclaimed, "Oh God,

This gives me stress!"

After clearing up the mess,

I jumped towards my bed,

Slept, what was like a long nap,

And dreamt of a washing machine that said:

"Cmon, clean, clean, clean! Don't be lazy!"

Then the voice slowly fainted and the image went hazy!

~ Anoushka Sabnis