Poem #1

Laundry
By: Andrew Gerard Dacay (me)

My red laundry bag sits
at the corner of my room, waiting
to be filled with dirty clothes.

As sweat-stenched shirts
get thrown in
one after the other
and used boxers are kept away,

it's filled to the brim,
ready to explode-
telling me it's time
to call the laundry shop.

**This is my very 1st "real" poem. I did this for Lit Class last year. I was really into poetry that term. Awww.... I miss Lit Class. And I miss Sir Baytan. Big thanks to Nina and Camps for helping me out with poetry and all. Could not have done this without you guys :)