On laundry day, some duties intercept
my exercise, my writing, puzzle play.
I find old clothes and put them on, unkept,
on laundry day.

I wash tomorrow’s clothing choice today.
The hamper’s full. The time to clean has crept
up on me, iterating like cliche.

I’m old enough to be at this adept,
but not so old I’ll dress this purple way.
I’ll never be that grandmother, except
on laundry day.

(Roundel)