in that corner, right there
that’s our Mt. Laundry
sitting tall and proud on the chair.
First came the tiny socks
then crawled in the big black shirts
then arrived the little pajamas smothered with raspberry jam
and soon the doll decided to pile up her little skirts.
I wait for the mountain to get taller
because doing laundry is such a boring chore
but when she wears her cape and conquers Mt.Laundry
it doesn’t seem boring anymore.
She stands tall and proud on that mountain of clothes
and screams ‘I am the queen of the universe’
she fights with her magic sword
and kills the witches and their curse.
Soon the mountain turns into a volcano
and clothes fly here and there
then she gathers them in a basket
while Papa dumps them into the machine with a cupful of fabric care.
The television is playing in the background
but we really don’t care
because now we are chatting and laughing
over a boring chore that we now share.
So what if it takes longer to finish
we get time to catch up with each other
oh you boring chores, now I know why you exist
because you turn into a lot of fun only when we do them together.