In this little mesh laundry bag
You put the things that cover your lag,
When they get so very dirty,
You don’t feel so very perty.
Insert dirty stockings in the bag
Put in machine when on washing jag
When they are washed, you put in dryer.
With washing by hand, you will not tire.
It is indeed my fondest hope,
They wash and dry leaving no stains or soap
And they will look beautiful upon your lag
When they are removed from this small bag.
If too much time with this bag you’ve spent,
And you get nothing from it but lint,
Remember this fancy hosiery bag,
Can always be used as a dishpan rag.
(I’ve been sorting and organizing my mother’s treasures which she left – albums, scrapbooks, memorabilia. I found this poem in my handwriting. I doubt that anyone else wants to claim it! Apparently I had sent her a hosiery bag with my Ode… for her amusement. So, I’ll share.)