Dirty Laundry (A Poem)

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Piles and piles Of dirty laundry, Why do you pester me? I know that you need laundering. This I can plainly see. Your smell is most intolerable. You've sat here day after day. And I have been most neglectful. Now I'm going to pay. Into the washing machine you shall go. One load, two, and three. In about three or four hours, I will finally be free. Next time I'll be more responsible. I'll keep you from piling up high. As for the endless cleaning, I hope to say goodbye.