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.
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.
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!
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.)