Oh,tap with water pure and clean
I thank you for your brilliant scheme
Without this water,we’d drink beer
Guinness makes the kidneys fewer.
Gone would be my Yorkshire tea
And washing up would puzzle me.
What did Aaron drink, I muse.
It’s not in the Torah’s news,
The downside of the tap is this
No more by rivers do we mass
There the women could meet friends
As they trampled with no end
They’d hit their washing with big rocks
And help each other find lost socks
And so the home with its machine
Makes us lonely, we’re has beens.
No doubt launderettes are fun
As we sit down till all is done.
Dried and neatly folded clothes
Stop many couples having rows
On the other hand,why not
Wear your clothes until they rot?
Then toss them out and buy again
What a thought for gentlemen.
Ladies would not like it though
Dirty jeans seem all the go.
Ripped and torn as well is in.
Would it be a mortal sin?
If the washing drives you mad
Then in paper be you clad
Do not use the Evening News
In case folk passing by abuse——
Try to read the latest crimes ;
Complain you didn’t use the Times.
Maybe some old and plastic bags
Will hold in the bits that sag.
Like water in its own freedom
My mind meanders till it’s done
