It keeps growing and growing and growing...

I first notice you on day two, with your socks sticking out; Though I try, I can not hide my pout.

Because you don't fool me, though you look small, I know that soon you will be tall.

But off I go to clean the floors, then take out the trash and perform several chores.

My children, they are the messy ones. A spill and slip, and watch the juice run down their cheeks or up their arm.

We know where it lands, and what that means...a new outfit, that's 2 and the day's but half through.

There are accidents, messes, and oopses galore, and with each one another outfit hits the floor. and oh how that laundry delights each time, because it is slowly beginning to climb.

Up, up, up, don't look now cause the basket's beginning to burst, sucking up clothes from each day with an ever growing thirst.

"Down boy Down!" I call as I toss one more in, that was the shirt that I wore to the gym.

The pile is now over flowing it's cage, making the basket look like an insignificant paige. To small to keep up and contain such a monster.

And so I must help, the basket I must save.

I sort and assign each article within. Shirts, pants, socks, sheets, blankets and towels once again.

Some stinky, some stained, and many need a scrub.

Laundry how I detest you, as I toss you in the tub.

First a wash and a dry and into a pile, as you know. But other chores are calling and alas I must go.

But before I can return, as I head toward the washer, "What's that, oh no!" There you are once more.

Before it all ends it is time to begin.....again.

Never Ending!!!!!