It took me several hours but
The wash has done it’s job
I wonder if my clothes’d be clean
If I into them sobbed
Before the dryer did exist
Would shoulders just be used
Before the washer were there tears
For making stains unfused
In happy seasons were the clothes
A fair bit dirtier
Did lovesick fellas clean their sheets
With pining thoughts of her
What did we lose to automate
The laundering of cloth
What has technology unleashed
What now has mankind wroth?