Laundry

by Maher   Mar 12, 2014


Take them off, toss them aside,
they can't be washed, gotta say goodbye,
I'm boned,
I need a washer for my laundry.

Washer for sale, gonna hit the road,
got paid today, go baby go,
less boned,
got a washer for my laundry.

Whoa, shit! No baby no,
that ain't where all the coloured ones go,
I'm boned,
step away from my laundry.

Wring them out, hang them high,
the sun don't work in this winter sky,
I'm boned,
I need a dryer for this laundry.

Don't you laugh, I heard what you said,
these briefs were white, now they're coloured red,
I'm boned,
Getting laughed at for my laundry.

It's been a week, now she's washing her dress
add some coloured socks as she's making the bed,
she's boned,
got her back for my laundry.

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  • 7 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    Hahaha, now this is funny! Nice one!

    • 7 years ago

      by Maher

      Thanks :)

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