This one I wrote as I pulled out a shirt from the dryer that was one of the few that needed ironing.  It seemed like I had JUST DONE IT yesterday.  With three kids we were in laundry hell (yes, Al did ALOT of laundry, still does).  I really think this one should be published somewhere besides here, but I just haven’t had the time or figured out where to submit.  Any suggestions? Also, I couldn’t figure out how to single space the poem so it’s kinda spread out. 

Dirty Laundry

Some folks think of hell as fire

Or an ice cold frosty place

But I’ve had a taste of it here on earth

So I’ll tell you about the place

I’m ready to confess my sins

And promise to sin no more

Because I know what awaits you

When you pass through the Devil’s door

It’s laundry plain and simple

Until the stars explode

Piles and piles that never are done

An eternally unfinished load

You will wash it and dry it and fold it

And happily put it away

But when you wake up the next morning

You will see that you still have to pay

No use to explain to the Devil

That this was yesterday’s work

In hell there is always more laundry

You’ll wish you’d not been such a jerk

So be thoughtful and patient and loving

Return any money you’ve found

Or you’ll end up in Mr. D’s Spin n Dry

Watching your laundry go ’round