I’ve had a problem in the past
I think I may have solved at last.
The problem was, without a doubt,
My washer’d turn shorts inside out.
Reversing them made me annoyed,
This constant task was not enjoyed.
I thought there must be some way new
To foil this task. Here’s what I’d do;
Before I put them in the wash
I’d turn them inside out, by gosh!
When they reversed I’d laugh and shout
Because they’ld then be right side out.
But somehow this plan wasn’t sound,
When I removed the shorts I found
No matter how they were put in
I’d have to turn them back again.
I thought it might be best by far
To wear them just the way they are
For inside out no one can see
So no one else will know but me.
And maybe then my wash will see
That it no longer bothers me,
And knowing that it cannot win,
Leave outside out and inside in.
And if that works I’ll probably do
The same with my pant pockets too,
And wear one sock, the one I find
That hungry washer left behind.
Now I may look unique it’s true
But I might start a trend that’s new,
And if it cures my problem, swell,
Maybe I’ll make some dough as well.
Ray Glessler