Ironing

Ironing. God, what a hideous chore
A soul destroying frightful bore
It mounts up slowly by the day
And eventually it gets right in the way
Baskets, boxes or just in piles
Mine’s been mounting for quite a while
So board set up, here I stand
Ready to tackle it, iron in hand
Five minutes in, the sweat is pouring
Hot and steamy, but oh so boring
I’m going to be here quite a while
Tackling the horrible ironing pile..

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