Your task is neverending with my family of five
Today I have the flu and barely feel alive
Like our friend the tooth fairy
Could you please spare, Laundry Larry?

If he could stop by and do a load or two
My day would surely brighten a degree or two
If he looked like Sawyer, LOST I would no longer be
Perhaps he could sit in the sand and read to me.

Oh, laundry Gods, if you were real
I'd also ask you to make my family a meal.
But alas this fantasy, is not truly meant to be
for when I feel better loads will be waiting there for me.


This was part of Mama Kat's writer's assigment.  A link to her blog is off to the left.