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Laundry

December 11, 2012
By Lovable-Juliette BRONZE, Gilbert, Arizona
Lovable-Juliette BRONZE, Gilbert, Arizona
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Dirty Laundry on my floor,
It's all over in front of my door.
Up to the ceiling and under the bed.
Somewhere beneath it, my cat might be dead...
Why clean something when you can buy new?
My room is like a nasty B.O. Brew.
Soap is no friend to my dirty cloths.
The dirt and the Soap battle like foes.
The soap finally wins when my Mom comes,
She's on the wrong side, I think shes dumb.
What can I say, I love my dirt,
But being clean never hurt.


The author's comments:
This was inspired by my childhood. When I was younger I never really liked doing my laundry so it would pile up. Now I still have a hard time doing laundry. While looking at a pile that needed to be done, instead of doing it, I wrote this poem. haha.

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