COMEDY Poem: Mount Washmore, by Darren Stein

My family have nicknamed our laundry basket – Mount Washmore,
Not that it bares the graven images of four American presidents,
But rather the dirty garments of four domestic residents.
No matter how hard we try to scale its lofty spire,
Its summit always seems to grow increasingly higher.
It often vacillates between unwashed laundry or its clean, unsorted state,
Thus leaving us crushed beneath Mount Washmore’s mighty weight.

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