Always More Laundry

There once was a washer girl
Who never did work for fee.
Everywhere that washer girl
Went, she went along with me.

She was neither tall nor fat,
A woman of in between.
Her teeth were as white as light
Grinning full and glistening.

Never found bad words to say
Within present company,
Only did she complain to me
confidentiality.

Long ago she’d been set free,
But would not listen to hear
Me say her papers were signed
For these past eleven years.

As retired washers go,
She’s as bright as dull can be.
So everywhere I do go,
The washer girl comes with me.