Poem series: Rondeaux One: The Laundry Washed

The Laundry Washed

The laundry washed as it did spin,
in the machine that made a din,
it washed and spun and moved about,
and seemed as if it fought a bout,
and it did seem the machine did win.

The clothes weren’t clean in the small bin,
where they did sit with all their kin,
but then after a quick short route,
the laundry washed.

Into the machine the clothes went in,
and it was sealed much like a tin,
when they were done they were moved out,
and they were clean as none could doubt,
and then they found a line and pin,
the laundry washed.

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