WORLD WAR COVID
Poems, mine and theirs
World Peace, Jobless Washer Woman
World Peace is a laundress
With hungry little bastards back at home.
She will take in our dirty laundry
And bleach it to sparkling cleanliness,
As long as we keep the faith.
The only dirty laundry left lying around
Will belong to those who refuse her,
Who risk falling by the wayside, pest-ridden,
Compared to her customers well-pleased with her honest trade.
Say no and your household will stink,
Unsightly to the eye, shunned by others;
And your projects will fail,
And your dreams turn into nightmares,
Whatever you do.
Pay the pennies she asks for,
And your household will sparkle from her touch:
Your children, by good sleep refreshed,
Your servants, proud of their new livery,
Will be glad to serve
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