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Leave The Laundry To Mrs. ClausSanta grabs the laundry basket Takes it down the hall, He trips over the cat And runs into the wall. Santa throws the clothes All over the floor, Mrs. Claus yells out, "Hey, what did you do that for?" "I'm just going to do the laundry Just to help you out, Sit back and relax, my dear There's no reason to shout." One pile of clothes done Out hanging on the line, "Santa's doing something wrong," says a little elf "Oh," says Mrs. Claus, "he'll be fine." Santa makes a big mess Gets soap all over the place, He slipped on the floor And got some in his face. Santa doesn't understand Why this has to be a rough day, All he wanted to do was help out But, things aren't turning out that way. He drops everything on the spot And calls out to Mrs. Claus, "Here, you do it from now on I've got too many flaws." Copyright Cynthia Jones Dec.12/2007 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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