Wash Day Blues

I do like a challenge, that much is true,

So, as soon as the washing cycle is through

I rush out to the garden with hope in my eyes,

And only once do I pause to look up at the skies.

There's a certain injustice, as I try to be green,

Save money and energy, whilst keeping things clean,

But it could rain for a day, or perhaps just an hour,

there's no way of knowing when's the next shower.

I save up my washing, build it up high,  

And I get the machine on, as soon as it's dry, 

I wait feeling hopeful, until the cycle has finished, 

But, as I open the door, hope has already diminished.

I begin at one end of the line with the socks,

But, by the time I am done, shock of all shocks,

The sun was beating down, not a cloud in the sky,

Now a cloud has appeared and it’s starting to cry!

So am I, as it happens, I’ve had it with rain,

The stupid weather has caught me out again,

I tried to outwit it, rushed out there quick,

But I’m sure that it knows and is taking the mick!

Here I am thinking, something has to be done,

This is not a country often blessed with the sun,

I fear I'll go mad with the threat of more rain,

Another winter like last and I will go insane!

How about flying to a place far away? 

Where the sun is a visitor almost everyday, 

Take the clothes in a suitcase, let them dry while I'm there, 

And I'll be back when they're dry, or when I no longer care!

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