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: