The Conscientious Launderer Poem by Göran Gustafsson

It was the 31 of May
A lovely day in spring
We were having dinner
Just the ordinary thing

And Papa said to Mama
As he passed around the bread
'Did you hear the news today
There were people shot and dead'

'That's a shame, ' my Mama said
And filled the bowls with soup
'The weather's getting worse'
And she poured another scoop

'Is that a fact”, my Papa said
'If we're expecting rain
We cannot let the clothes
On the clothesline remain'

And Mama she went out the door
To look if they were dry
And Papa said: 'If you don't mind
I would like a piece of pie'

Mama she came back and Papa asked
If the clothes still were wet
She took a sip of wine and said:
'Some of 'em aren't dry yet'

'We better leave them hangin'
The hour's getting late'
'There's nothin' we can do
Just give me the cake'

'I'm feeling kind of dizzy
I think I must throw up, ' said I
'You've been eating to much candy'
My Mama kindly did reply