One day while I was working
In my house to make it neat
I saw some soiled areas
In the bedroom on the sheet
I took it off the bed
And as I carried it away
I thought I heard some singing
Sounds of children, sounds of play
The sheets went in the washer
Detergent went in next
I set the water temperature
At warm, for that is best
And as I stood there watching
As the water did make rise
I had to shake my head
And then I had to rub my eyes
I could swear I saw some motion
Little mermaids in my wash?
They laughed and swam and jumped around
As the agitator sloshed
But then as always happens
The cycle did progress
And when it started spinning
I heard sounds of pure distress
The sucking sounds of water
Being pushed out, down the drain
Accompanied by little screams
And little sounds of pain
When the spin cycle was over
I didn’t hear a thing
I couldn’t hear them laughing
I couldn’t hear them sing
I waited for the rinse to start
And when the water did commence
I crossed my fingers hopefully
And stood there in suspense
Alas, but it was not to be
The swimmers were no more
I didn’t hear a single note
Of what I heard before
Gone but not forgotten
I wished them a good bye
I wish I could have mothered
Those little homunculi
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