The infamous laundry monster
Lies in wait
On the bed, in the laundry
In a dirty state
I tried to wash it
But failed in my attempt
No washing it could endure
From that it was exempt
I saw the laundry move
And then it wiggled
I started to get nervous
And then it giggled
A sock reached out and waved around
I knew then what was there
Took my breath in
Spotted the blue eyed stare
It was the monster of the laundry
The scary thingamajig
It was a pile of laundry
Wearing a wig
The wig, of course
Was of clothes
The thing was a pile of garments
Even some robes
And that's not only
What was there
Although it was wearing a wig
It had hair.
Socks, that's what it was
And in them, feet
Severed from their bodies
In the intense heat.
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