The laundry basket
The laundry basket
One disgusting T-shirt, covered in saucery,
Two pairs of dirty knickers from last night's debauchery,
Three lots of jeans, caked in festival mud,
Four stained sheets because, you would not be good,
Five pairs of undies, where you have left your mark,
Six fluffy rabbits, glowing in the dark,
Seven pongy towels, from when the dog was ill,
Eight lacy handkerchiefs, edged with a frill,
Nine sweaty headbands, fresh from the gym,
Ten smelly socks and now it's full to the brim.
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what a big laundry for washing!!
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So it is! 😂
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Now those are washed, we think we’re done, however
dirty laundry is magical
and reappears just when you think it’s gone.
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It is never ending! 😂
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That’s some big-arse washing machine!! 😂😂
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🤣🤣 It sure is!
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Is that a Yorkshire thing, laundering rabbits? 😄
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We put hares in jugs as well!🤣
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Potted hare, eh?
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No wonder my laundry is not very poetic. We don’t lead such an interesting day-before.
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🤣 It’s not like that every day!
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No, no. Only after holidays.
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That’s it!
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Such rhyming skills my friend!
I’m jealous! (You can keep your pingy towels though! 😉) 🖤
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🤣🤣🤣Pongy!
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Blummin auto correct!! 🙈😂🖤
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