Poet Laundrette

 Bring in your dirty poems

We wash them all here

Clean dry your poetry law suits

That are crimes against literature

Rinse off your underwear

And iron your socks

Each have a poem in them

Don't look so shocked

What! You never knew a poem could hide in your pants?

At the bottom of your pockets

Down in the Hugh Grants?

Steam press the creases

That's where poems love to hide

Each crease is a line

Ready to ride

But you've got to be quick or else they'll escape

They'll slip out through the stitches and run down

The drain

You'll have  to use the best in Poetry washing powder

Poetry non bio you better beware tho

There is an enzyme that will wash them all out

The stains of the day -Poemase or Versal

That leaves stories in shirts so bright that they shout

Cleans out the rhymes

Leaves only the prose

all tied up in time

Clean as your nose

Let me tone down the colours for you

Let's not make them all grey

Poetry is an art form but 

It doesn't pay

That's why I'm the poet laundrette

Ready with a story and a cigarette

Just never did wash

The garments of the Poet Laureat