Stopping Laundry Folding on a Rainy Afternoon (parody of Robert Frost's Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening)

Whose sock this is I think I know.
Its mate has a hole worn through the toe;
He will not see me stop folding here
To carry his sock to trashbin and throw.

My little girl must think it strange
To stop without a pile arranged.
Between the t-shirts and underwear
The rainiest afternoon of the year.

She gives her teething rattle a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of dryer cycle and Downy sheet.

The laundry is warm, white and deep,
But I have multitasks to keep,
And socks to fold before I sleep,
And socks to fold before I sleep.


Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.