It's not exactly fun to do,Your turn.
But laundry must be done.
The heaping mass of well-matched socks
Has dwindled down to one,
That stripey one with the hole in the toe
Whose partner's long since parted.
My feet protest, "That's no way to be dressed.
Let's get this laundry started!"
Friday, July 09, 2010
Poetry Friday: It's Not Exactly Fun to Do
Poetry Friday is here at last! Rounds One and Two were such a blast, but the past is gone, we're on Round Three. We need a theme. What will it be? Bricks or bats? Or ticks or tats? Tocks or brats? Clocks or gnats? Knees or toes? Fleas or hoes? Shoes or hats? Socks or spats? I can't decide, it's such a quandary! Eh... I'll write a poem about laundry:
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Vivienne (age 4 51/52) composed her first poem this week.
ReplyDeleteRosebush Rosebush
Where are you?
Sitting in the plants
Where are you?
I want to give some of your roses to my mother
Because I love her a lot
SO I want to give her sweets and popcorn
Because she loves it
Ad I want to give her some jewelry too
And I love roses too
So please
Give me
Some roses
what a precocious child! Beautiful:-)
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ReplyDeleteHow many soiled garments have passed through your doors,
Only to exit April fresh?
The stories your dryers have swirled in their guts,
Don't give them indigestion.
Your powders work magic.
Your powers are a boon to this city.
My, that Viv is sumthin' else. Excellent poems all around.
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