Living life above
The Laundry-O-Mat
Suddenly,
It ain’t so bad.
He came back
With a bundle,
He’s does the maintenance
On the Maytag machines.
I was looking for you,
It’s hot in here, I said.
Life, it all smells
So sweet, don’t you think,
Like laundry detergent
In the summer heat.
It’s the kind that I use
During the spring
That makes
My clothes all
Soft and worn.
But I’m worn down,
You know,
Well, at least since;
It’s Fluffy,
She ran away.
Threw a fit when I ask;
To help remove the lent,
My favorite part of
The job.
And if I were to compare
Where I was,
To where I am now,
Well it’s just weird,
So if you told me I would
Be smiling,
Just smiling, living above
The Laundry-O-Matic.
Who would ever believe
I have a date with
The Maytag Man.
Not.
Only if I could be
So lucky.
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
AT THIS POINT….THE CAT IS ALREADY SOAKED!!!!
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Dear Mr. Caswell, I am glad you get my humor. Its so dry and full of metaphor. Someone asked if I really live above the laundromat…I love that….I cant stop laughing about this series. I guess I should end it. Maybe…Thanks for the reblog. Love, Catnip.
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Nice to find someone else sort of like youself! Love, Jonathan
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You mean like us…. thank you.
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