Laundry Stinks

Back by popular demand…okay, no one demanded them, poems are just fun.

Laundry, laundry, not my friend,
Laundry, laundry, never ends.

Stinky socks invade my dreams,
Spider Man boxers frayed at the seams.

I wash you often, but stains still show,
Why is it you dislike me so?

I give you expensive fabric softener and detergent galore,
But still you seem to just want more.

Wash then Dry, then Fold, then Press,
Okay, I lied, you are a wrinkled mess.

But still I have been tried and true,
What on Earth do I need to do?

Please go away, I can not deal,
With this mountainous mess I can not conceal.

Laundry, laundry, not my friend,
Laundry, laundry, never ends.