I have washed my winter clothes today
Now they lie in neatly folded heaps
The humid air is hot and yellow gray
Needlecord and wool in colours gay
Purple,heather, green, the colour leaps
I have washed my winter clothes today
Velvet jacket, smart wool coat disgrace
The hippy girl whose hair was long and sweet
The humid air is hot and yellow gray
The cleaning shows the dirt to my dismay
It never disappears, though thrashed with heat
I have washed my thicker clothes today
Housework is an old folks form of play
Dirt is sent to rivers where fish creep
The humid air is hot and yellow gray
Into little corners beetles creep
While I have the hoover none can sleep
I have washed my winter clothes today
The humid air is hot , the water’s gray

I am glad as I am finding it hard to write!
I really like this one, Katherine!