Poem for my husband

Socks on the floor.
And nothing more

Put them in the Damn Hamper.

You wore them all day.
And now there they lay.

Put them in the Damn Hamper.

I’m sure than stink.
More than you think.

Put them in the Damn Hamper.

This isn’t a dream.
I am going to scream.

Put them in the Damn Hamper.

 

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