Laundry Guy Poem by michael Smajda

Laundry Guy



With a swishing and a swashing,
My clothes get a washing.

After they rumble and tumble,
They expire in the dryer.

And once pressed and what's best-
They make me look dandy, manly!

Monday, April 20, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: humorous
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