Army Pants

I was cleaning out the closet,
My son's to be exact,
When I became the victim
Of a dirty clothes attack!

They were crawling from the woodwork,
Those socks and shirts and pants,
They were searching for nutrition
Just like those army ants!

They pushed me down upon the floor
On their way out of the room.
So I ran into the kitchen
And grabbed my big red broom!

Well, that wasn't gonna do it,
They were trying to get out!
So I grabbed some washing powders
And a couple cans of Shout.

I sprinkled and sprayed for half the day,
Until no more could be seen,
Then I buried them in the dresser drawer
All folded up and clean!

I told my son about my fight
With his army of dirty clothes,
And when he looked inside his drawer
He turned up his dirty nose!