I hate ironing, ironing I hate
I hate it morning, I hate it late
I hate it steady, I hate it strong
yet I own an iron, that is all wrong
I throw it out the window
now the window is gone
and the wind blows strong
as for the iron, it hit the postman
he is irate . . .
I Hate Ironing. Silly fun poem for kids and grownups.
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