(NOTE: I live in Stockholm, Sweden. “Tvättstugan” (pronounced tvett-stoogan) is the Swedish word for laundryroom, and is the traditional battleground for this otherwise calm and orderly populace.)

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Storm the tvättstugan; detergent in hand,
Take stand against the forces at the door,
Or close the wall up with crumpled notes comprised
Of veiled passive-aggression,
Take stern command, leave no impression,
That  perhaps e’en one minute
Of your allotted time shall go unused,
Your stance infused with strains
Of righteousness and piety,
Let all who come near see,
That in peace nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility,
But when the blast of laundry calls our senses
We take our ground, raise our defenses,
Brace our weight against distraction
And imitate a tiger’s action……