Up the stairs
and down the hallway
through the bedroom door
I left my favorite
pair of jeans
lying on the floor
my shirt balled in the corner
my coat turned inside out
my underwear atop the lamp
my socks strewn all about.
Do you have a robe I can borrow
by chance?
‘Cause I’m not wearing
any pants.
If only laundry day were more sacred
I wouldn’t be standing here cold and naked.
Written by Aleza Freeman, Illustrated by Howard Freeman, © 2009
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