What bloody fool invented the iron? Nobody likes to smooth their clothes. So abolish the iron I propose! A wrinkle here, a wrinkle there, Doesn’t take long before you just don’t care. We’d soon get used to not looking smooth. It could even be trendy and in the groove. “You’re all wrinkled” I’ve been told “I hope I don’t iron before I get old” I mean…what bloody fool invented it? It must be someone really thick To create more work we just don’t need I think on that we’re all agreed. There’s nothing wrong with wrinkled clothes “Smoothies” just get up my nose So let’s scrap the irons and weigh them in Or chuck them in your wheelie bin. No more jama’s, no more shirts. No more tops and no more skirts. No more dresses, no more jeans. Just lots of wrinkles to be seen. Imagine all the ironing hours, If accumulated by super powers. Could be enough to save us all, If the asteroids should ever fall. Just think of all the time we’d save, With no ironing there for us to slave. Sod Rowenta forget Tefal, Tell them all to go to hell. No more thinking what to wear. Cause your smooth ironed clothes are just not there. You’re wrinkled jeans don’t try to hide. Just wash and dry and wear with pride
Reason for writing:
I hate ironing
Birth sign: Taurus
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