Laundry Party

Meander through the blockade like a spilling runnel As the purling reverbs in this upturned tunnel Wink your way in at the chameleon sentry Then dive in the milky interior, through the entry You'll get hit by the aroma of sweet stardust An essence that'll leave you nonplussed Fumble your pockets for the cerulean coins The final step before you'll get to join Welcome to the Laundry Party! Come and wash away your throes We'll get to the delicate cycle first Let's see how far this groove really goes Please move closer, in this humble launderette As she comes down from the kelp on the ceiling You'll be guided by the steam-engined majorette Her pupils like sequins, are oddly revealing The arabesque patterns flow like geyser springs As you reshuffle in your frenzy, descending on a skiff She directs you beyond the point where they swing Eventually you'll see them as marbles with glyphs Welcome to the Laundry Party! Come and take off your clothes You're fated to soak in colours As litmus on a dew in a primrose Swim to the lily pads in the porthole cascades All over this palatial gorge akin to an open arcade Where amaranth drays are carried by frosted gazelles With thirst that only fresh bamboo taps can quell We'll revel in the lint islets in the luminescent cave If they melt, we'll rebuilt them in each passing wave Sometimes we inhale the blazing hookah in a dare And exhale a flurry of bubbles in the air! Here's to the Laundry Party! You may relax but never doze Whether wishes are compressed Or ready to be fired in the cannon hose! The turquoise whale will never touch the surface As it grazes on the mother pearl But you can talk with it using the organ's cylinders Lodged in the vertical slab of the slope Lustrous spume will soon gloss in your mind Make sure to not fall far behind Don't enclose your experience in a tie Just watch the textiles crest And then tumble dry...