Let's get the Washing Out

Washing washing everywhere
Row upon row, line upon line
Cheekily blowing in the Yorkshire breeze.
Knickers and Y-fronts
We're not proud up 'ere
Blue skies appear
So hang out ya bloomers
All shapes and sizes
A merriment of colours and fabrics
No matter the weather
They'll be flapping front o living room window
For all to ponder
And some to scare
A veil of mist hangs over the tops
So hang out ya sheets, why not?
No matter the damp, the rain or the frost
They'll dry, will they not?
And come to unpeg at'end of day
Although stiff as aboard
That'll be ok?
A frost underfoot
And we'll get it out there
Ballooning boxers, blouses and brassieres
Flapping shirts, skirts and socks
Dangling stockings and trouser legs.
All a wonderment for any an eye
Any weather, anything goes
Just get it out there
It'll dry, wont it?
So along the streets
Of back to back houses
Rows of terraces
And garden lawns
We're shrouded in linens
And a wild array of clothing
Flipping and flapping
in the Yorkshire air
Any old weather
Tis washing day
So lets get it out there

05.10.15