Bad Poetry You probably never want to read

Sock wash

How dare you!

Leaving me to hang out the washing

Only for it to be full of socks

I don't mind a few

But this is 90% sock

And as they come in pairs that's like 180%

I don't mind the bigger items

Two pegs, bang, bang and they're up

But socks, each one needs to be done separately

There's like a hundred of them

Do you know how long that takes?

I feel like I've run a marathon

The amount of times I've been back to the washing basket

And every time I pick something up

About ten socks appear out of nowhere

As if the sock magician is hiding in these clothes

I'm running out of pegs now

Each dainty little sock needs its own

I have to dig to the bottom of the peg bag

Finding those we bought twenty years ago

The rubbish plastic ones that keep snapping

I mean, have you seen the washing line?

The peg to space ratio is ridiculous

There's almost more peg than material on there

Right, that's it, socks are banned from this household

We'll just have to have hard skin on our feet

Or trainers that really stinks

Seriously, how dare you!

That many socks in one wash