When the clothes are washed and dried the last step is the worst
The clothing must be hung but here I find that I've been cursed
I try to grab one hanger but get four or five instead
Which simply won't detangle 'less I bang them on my head
The metal ones array themselves against me like a phalanx
If only 'twas a magic word that would make them break ranks
I grab a shirt and shake it out and lay it on the table
But no matter how I try to fold I simply am not able
And just for once I'd like to skip adventures in the "laundrins"
I'm ready for a spoon of sugar from that woman Mary Poppins
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