How I loathe thee, oh diabolical laundry

With your troublesome piles calling “come fold me”

You stare at me dirtily from the hamper in here

That I’ll never triumph over you, I fear

Even when clean, your power to overwhelm me you keep

Scattered as you are in great untidy heaps

Please disappear laundry, I can take you no more

I tried to sort you, now you cover the floor

Dirty or clean, you’re a horrible mess,

Though goodness knows I’ve tried my best

I’m drowning here, I can’t find anything I need

How I loathe thee laundry, I loathe thee indeed.