Doing the Laundry

Washer, dryer, tumble dry;
Then it’s time to fold.
Quick, before the wrinkles come –
Too awful to behold.

Pile in piles – yours and mine;
Towels, washcloths, sheets.
Snap and smooth and fold real sharp,
Continue with repeats.

Everything is clean and fresh,
Awaiting its next wearing;
Gone are clotheslines when apparel
Got an outside airing.

Now those outdoor scents are fake.
We much prefer the dryer;
Though the laundry room does cause
The folders to perspire.

If you send your laundry out,
You’re modern, rushed and young;
And if you have your own machine,
You’re on a higher rung.

But if you have a laundry room
Or worse, a trip outside,
You know what I’m referring to,
My grievance justified.

So once a week, or maybe more,
We load and wait and fold;
The chore of doing laundry
Leaves not much to be extolled.