Loaded Laundry
By Meredith Mark --- Chore Poem
Loaded Laundry
She was as tidy as could be
Her brother on the other hand
Was not so much you see
She had to do the laundry
But she thought it wasn't fair
Because every time she him
She saw sights she couldn't bare
As the day went on
He would start to reek
Like rotten pizza staked on feet
As is he hadn't showered in a week
He'd pile his clothes in the closet
And then many more on the floor
But it really didn't seem to matter
After all it wasn't his chore
Eventually she couldn't stand it
She really couldn't handle this
She'd yell at the mess and clutter
Why it was ludacris
Soon there was a problem
It became a real vile pile
Even a dirt caked shirt
Was enough to turn her rile
Without her care there was despair
For he wouldn't clean his underwear
It became an issue, too
Because nobody else would even dare
Time passed and it took its toll
It was if the clothing had climbed the cieling
And their house was a wet wacky wasteland
I seemed to give everyone a funny feeling
Still Meredith resisted
Not knowing it was too late
For now there was no way or day
To change their soon doomed fate