Washing, John Drinkwater

     What is all this washing about,
     Every day, Week in, week out?
     From getting up till going to bed,
     I'm tired of hearing the same thing said.

     Whether I'm dirty or whether I'm not.
     Whether the water is cold or hot,
     Whether I like or whether I don't,
     Whether I will or whether I won't

   "Have you washed your hands, and washed your face?"
     I seem to live in the washing-place.

Washing
             The poet is talking about the feeling of a young school boy, who is asked to wash himself regularly. The poem is a monologue (talking to one's self) in which the poet speaks like a young boy. He is upset when he is asked by people in the house,if he has washed his hands or his face, or whether he has washed himself. Whether he likes it or not, Whether the water is hot or cold, nobody seems to bother whether it is summer or winter. All the time he is ordered to this or do that. Nobody cares whether he likes it or not.
             From morning when he gets up till he goes to bed in the night, he is asked repeatedly, "Have you washed your hands and washed your face". He is upset at this washing about every day and every week.