Just a silly little poem I posted on the bulletin board of the laundromat downstairs.
The Village Laundry Room
Here in the Village Laundry Room
Washers swish and baskets zoom
Twelve quarters and this machine
Will tumble all your clothing clean
If you think you can stand the heat
The huge dryers are really neat
And if your quarter stash runs dry
Give the coin machine a try
As you wait for time to fly
Surf the ‘net with free Wi-Fi
And if you long for something sweet
Cold YooHoo’s a tasty treat
If sometimes things don’t work quite right
There is no need to fuss or fight
Write a note on the door for Dan
For fixing messes, he’s your man!
Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2016-02-05 at 02:41
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