I Wrote a Poem
I am a man but have a desire and dream ,
to be nothing but laundry in a woman's washing machine.
To be beaten clean, washed and spun,
i realise that being laundry won't be fun.
Shove me inside with your wash,
a big machine to prevent a squash!
Shut the door, put detergent, conditioner in,
switch on and send your dirty laundry into a spin.
Watch me spin around in the drum,
now just laundry for your fun.
Hidden now by clothes and white suds,
as scolding wash water around me floods.
No need to worry about my doom,
just dirty washing in the machines womb.
make me white with laundry bleach,
your laundry now does beg and beseech.
Washing over now time to rinse,
cold water making laundry wince,
then round and round in a spin,
pulling water from clothes and skin.
At cycles end open the door,
all within is clean once more.
Now true laundry no more a man,
dry and press me when you can.
to be nothing but laundry in a woman's washing machine.
To be beaten clean, washed and spun,
i realise that being laundry won't be fun.
Shove me inside with your wash,
a big machine to prevent a squash!
Shut the door, put detergent, conditioner in,
switch on and send your dirty laundry into a spin.
Watch me spin around in the drum,
now just laundry for your fun.
Hidden now by clothes and white suds,
as scolding wash water around me floods.
No need to worry about my doom,
just dirty washing in the machines womb.
make me white with laundry bleach,
your laundry now does beg and beseech.
Washing over now time to rinse,
cold water making laundry wince,
then round and round in a spin,
pulling water from clothes and skin.
At cycles end open the door,
all within is clean once more.
Now true laundry no more a man,
dry and press me when you can.
By:
PrythRob
Age:
41-45
,
Male
