I Won't Do The Laundry!
By Sruthi Parthasarathy
My name is Sruthi
And I won't do the laundry!
Never in a million years.
The dirty clothes on the floor
Are blocking the door.
The washer sits empty,
So I get sweaty while I stare at plenty.
I loudly shout, and then I pout,
But I won't do the laundry without a doubt.
The clothes keep climbing up to the sky.
There's not enough room for me to squeeze by.
I solemnly stare at all my stained clothes.
Then my mom walked in, and her face froze.
Just my luck; she becomes a red fire truck,
And her voice sounds like lightning has just struck.
Her booming voice yells, "You are grounded!'
I stood there dumbfounded and feeling astounded.
"All right, all right. I'll do the laundry,"
I say to Mom and finally stop my wanderin'.