Guinness to the kidneys’ lured.

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