It’s the Diapers and Divinity Spring Poetry Contest. (Roaring applause heard from all six readers even though they’re really jealous because they wish this crown could be theirs.)
I loved all your poems. Thanks to everyone who was adventurous enough to participate. 
Vote for your favorite limerick about laundry. Here are the finalists:
There once was a girl in a quandary,
For she had at least ten loads of laundry
To do in a day
But there just was no way
To finish without magic wand-ery
The piles are climbing the walls
The shirts, the pants and the overalls.
Oh, when will it end?
I think I need a friend-
Oh, help me it’s spilled to the halls.
- Jessica
It’s a blessing to do everyday,
To serve my family this way.
I have to repeat it
Until I believe it,
For laundry will not go away.
- MaryAnne
I’m the luckiest girl in creation,
there are no bounds to my giddy elation!
My husband once volunteered,
now it’s been seven years:
I’m on permanent laundry vacation!
- Becca at Come What May and Love It
The official ballot:
I’ll announce the winner next Wednesday. (I know, it kind of puts the Oscars and Emmys and stuff to shame, but we’ll try not to rub it in.)
