You see before you a troubled soul
To get a dazzling white wash is my goal.
But which product from the shelf should I use
There's too many, I've got the washday blues.
Should I dazzle with my Daz or be bold with my Bold
Or use new Ariel Gel that works from cold.
What about Prewash, would that be good
I do like to see soapy suds.
What about all these "Ultras", are they the best
Do they pass the "grass stains test".
I stop grumbling when I think of mother
With her dolly tub, posser and other
Accruements of her day, boiling nappies in a pan
Then mangling outside with frozen hands.
And here I am with bio, non-bio, boil wash and spin
Crease guard, a dryer and comfort to be gentle on skin.
I can leave it and have a coffee with friends
When it's finished, a merry signal it sends.
Then when brilliant white shirts are flapping
Sheets and pillowcases and towels grappling.
A flock of birds flew over my washing line
You know what I mean, I won't define.
"Oh look at my washing, Ken", I sigh
He says, "Well love, look on the bright side
What a blessing cows don't fly.”
Nancy Allanson.
This poem, by Nancy
Allanson is from her second book of poems, on sale now. Proceeds for Martin
House Children’s Hospice. |