Wash, rinse repeat
My dwindling supply of plastic shopping bags
Hanging from my bag tree
A drying rack for plastic
I accuse my mom of being a bag lady
It’s a good thing you don’t like cats, I say
Her collection exceeds mine
A corner full of bags
Ah, but mine has several secret caches
I like to keep my eccentricities secret
The apple doesn’t fall too far from the bag tree
Free verse. Based on Bag Tree.