Because it never ends…
If laundry be the food of love
If laundry be the food of love
then my love’s food is abundant,
crammed into its glutted mouth
with potions grim and pungent.
If laundry be the food of love
then I am served with plenty.
May ketchup pour on shirts galore
so my platter’s never empty.
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