Poetry: Tangerine Laundry

My first villanelle. A tricky style to write.

Tangerine Laundry

I wish all my clothes were tangerine
Watching them tumbling in the washer this time
reminds me of peaches and cream.
Floating around as if in a dream.
Intermingling with the soapsuds, so sublime
I wish all my clothes were tangerine.
I wonder what it all might mean.
Orange makes my skin look flawless and fine.
Reminds me of peaches and cream.
I suppose it would look peculiar, I mean
to see only orange clothes all the time.
I wish all my clothes were tangerine.
It might cause a controversy or make a scene.
Maybe up the social ladder I could climb.
Reminds me of peaches and cream.
I sit in a laundromat stuck on this theme,
feverently trying to make this rhyme.
I wish all my clothes were tangerine,
Reminds me of peaches and cream