There's a Monster in My Closet

There's a monster in my closet. I feed it everyday. I know exactly what caused it, And now it's here to stay. It's crawling out my wardrobe, Spreading across the floor, Sending out scouts and probes, Until I can't take it anymore. A basket is my shield, Old PJs are my armor, Detergent packs I wield, And lavender fabric softener. The monster is a looming giant, But I pick it off piece by piece, As I dismantle the tyrant, Of polyester, cashmere, and fleece. I wrestle it down the hall, And stick it in the spinning vortex. Its screams can be heard by all; It knows what comes next. I throw in a detergent pack, And quickly shut the door. Before it can strike back, I set it to cycle number four. Water washes its layer of grime, Then it's spun, steamed, and dried, A sixty minute cycle at a time, And I watch its death with pride.