In honor of my first semester of graduate school being over I thought I'd share the first assignment I turned in for one of my writing classes. We were told do a fake translation of a Vietnamese poem. Everyone wrote these very "deep" and "meaningful" poems. I wrote mine about wishing I had a washer and dryer.
Ode To A Washer And Dryer
Oh how I long for a washer and dryer.
I would wash my clothes all day long
And my sheets
And my towels
And even the dirty bathmat by my tub,
Which never gets washed and is no longer
White, instead a shameful gray-brown.
Oh what a joy it would be
To never visit a Laundromat again
And wash my underwear next
To the homeless people washing their blankets.
Drop off your clothes, pick up hepatitis!
All for only six quarters to wash,
Four quarters to dry.
