The Stockings Were Hung

The stockings were hung
by the chimney with care –
I had worn them all week,
and they needed the air.

My underwear, too,
were in need of a spritz,
but the washer and dryer
were both on the fritz.

On washer! On dryer!
The switches are busted,
congealed, corroded
and totally rusted.

I tried hard to fix them.
I tried, and I failed.
So then up on the mantel
those stockings were nailed.

They hung there all year
and then low and behold
Santa filled them with riches
much better than gold.

In each of the stockings
that hung in the air
was a check for the
washer and dryer repair.