A bright and sunny day entices the housewife
With piles of wet washing
She makes for the line taking her pegs
And, sure enough, as her last piece is hung
A mass of black cloud spreads over her
This isn’t a shower; this will last
So every item is un-pegged and rushed in

Just as the sun appears

Seeing no sign of the clouds, she’s out again
Watching, waiting, wondering if the same will happen
The penultimate socks see the brightness
But that last blouse watches the clouds

They’ve done it again
Couldn’t stay away

She un-pegs every item as before
Rushes in and curses the clouds

No more chances
It’s tumble drier time