Forgot the name of the laundry basket yesterday,
these designations blip out of existence
like Thanos is terrorising me
and doing a lil’ finger snap whenever
I am attempting to explain something
to someone.

Having said that, I dig clothes scoop,
even though you would
have to be pretty beef to hold a basket
in a scooping manner,
not to mention the size,
and Kong like scale, of said laundry
pile to make scooping a necessity!

Now I am picturing a digger, with
yellow compressed claw and arm,
warning beeper trilling as it backs up,
construction site chaotically constraining
socks, trousers, towels, waistcoats!
Imagine the size
of the cleaning bubble cuboid!