The washing’s flapping on the line.
Sheets billow in the breeze.
Towels flap lazily beside them.
Bras and panties hang and tease.
Shirts and singlets hang in rows,
Handkerchiefs aligned.
Men peg them one by one.
The girls won’t be resigned
To the taking up of space
That could be used for other washing.
THEY hang hankies by the corners,
So they’re always fussing.
The arguments flow thick and fast
If a man takes too much line,
And leaves his clothes still hanging
All day when drying’s fine.
Bras and panties take more room
Than men’s underwear,
And shirts and shorts take up less line
Than the clothes of the sex fair.
Compared to shirt and shorts that men
Wear a week a time,
Women wash ‘most every day,
And still take up more line,
So defiantly the males still hang
Their hankies one by one,
And leave them hanging on the line