Washing Day.

Whoever thought that washing day simply wouldn't last
Whoever thought that washing day would become a thing of the past.
Remember the poss tub and the mangle on the stand

And when Monday was washing day throughout nearly all the land
How there was sorting and soaking and boiling and scrubbing
How there was rinsing and starching and soaping and rubbing

Remember how washing day almost brought you to your knees
But remember the pride you felt watching the whites blowing in the breeze

And remember the satisfaction at the closing of the day
Knowing that the laundry was all ironed and put away

And what about the hand washer with the handle you rotated round and back
And the old set-pot boiler you fired up with nutty slack

And I wonder what happened to Oxydol, Robin Starch, to Tide and Omo
To wooden pegs and hard bar soap to Dolly Blue and Rinso

And what about the clothes lines, stretched across from street to street
And that feeling when the line snapped and the clothes lay at your feet

And what about the electric washer, now wasn't that a boon
It had the older folk bemoaning they'd all been born to soon

By VRB.