.5. Washday Blues Poem by David Threadgold

Dolly tub has sprung a leak
It floods the kitchen floor
Our copper poshers broke its shaft
And won’t work any more

Washboard’s now gone missing
Skiffle bands could make a hit
And grannies old green mangle
With rollers both now split

The starch that stiffened collars
Little jimmy fed the cat
It doesn’t move around a lot
Just sits there sort of flat

The old carbolic soap block
Was left out on the floor
Jack rushing inside from the shed
Shot straight out through door

I really don’t like Mondays
With suds and water sloshing
So please get me one quickly
A machine to do my washing


© 2008 David Threadgold
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