Laundry Sucks!

I don't know many mothers that enjoy cleaning and folding laundry, but I definitely have to agree with the title: Laundry Sucks!
The stuff is never ending to reappears faster than you can clean it and so in an attempt to make it manageable I dedicated a poem to it.

Laundry is...
a dirty word.
I find it,
completely absurd.

You wash and fold,
and clean some more.
Then find another,
pile on the floor.

The clothes that were;
once clean and pressed.
Sit on the side in a,
big sloppy mess.

Spraying the spots,
with Shout or Tide.
Hoping that none of them;
will sneak on by. 

Even lady Macbeth,
was plagued by spots.
Crazed by the guilt;
that a few of them brought.

Unless we go naked,
there's nothing to do.
But wash and fold;
every last load.