Wrinkled Underwear…

What do I care,

If wrinkled are my underwear,

No one sees them but me,

Who would want to, see?

All my clothes are wrinkled the same,

What’s the difference, it is just a game,

Clothing gets left in the laundry bag,

Till its time to use again,

What is the problem with that?

No, this is not that of a gag…

Okay, Rene, I will fold them up,

Later this evening, but not too late,

For you are the boss, you are my mate,

And you know I do what I am told,

I really do want to make it till I am old…

            © ed – 2/29/04