and a portent
in the pitch dark skies
did speak of a battle
that would rage in intensity
the retorts so scathing
detrimental
and wounding
marks indented
on the combatants
blood's scarlet
stain upon their respective
battle domains
the protagonists
ne'er did see
the trophy of victory
the forewarning of the dark skies
voiced its ken
which spoke of the opponent's day
of bewailing laments

by heck I've been busy
in the laundry room to-day
washing all my apparel
on this mild Saturday

on the clothesline
is an array of pantaloons
four white bras are catching
the sun's brimming boon

a stiff breeze blows through
the toes of my socks
so too through the hems
of all my party frocks

no doubt Earth washing liquid
cleans the attire well
one could say that
I've fallen under its spell

my neighbor commented
on how my laundry gleams
she wishes that her Whirlpool machine
could fulfill her wash day dreams

one marvels at seeing
such well washed gear
it makes one feel like
letting out an almighty cheer

the big heads
have nearly
accomplished their mission
the establishment
will be in their control
within the next few weeks
a purging of those who are not
aligned to their cause
continues unabated