Washing

A poem I wrote in 2011 about washing...

Washing drying in the garden in the summer sun

You dry so quick it's very slick and you smell like a fresh cream bun

In long winter month you are cold and damp for many many days

But in the summer dampness evaporates in a summer haze

An amazing solar dryer, you give evaporation a high grading

I'll leave you there until you're toasted although I'm slightly worried about fading

(c) AJP 26/11/2011