She had spent the day in catching up and putting things away,
Vacuuming and cleaning in her housework ‘dust ballet’,
And in between, the laundry in the small room down the
stairs,
Washing, drying, folding and then making stocking pairs,
When going down the last time; spied the helmet of her son,
The one he wore when playing football—making scoring runs,
Her arms were full, she placed the helmet snugly on her
head,
And once she dropped the laundry off, would throw it on his
bed.
Because this was the last load, she’d include the clothes
she wore,
And so she stripped them off and dropped each item to the
floor,
Then, naked, shoved them in the washer; turning at a sound,
To behold the wide-eyed meter man (who’d been duty bound),
“It’s not too hard to guess,” he said, “If you play ‘shirts’
or ‘skins’!
“And Ma'am, though I don’t know this sport, I hope that
your team wins!”
Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With pleasant thoughts,
Perhaps a grin?
So all of us, together, we
Have crafted poems for you to see,
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?
Oops! I’m sure he’s seen...um.. that before.
ReplyDeleteHilarious! I can't imagine... but we've all been there.
ReplyDeleteHa ha! What a great play on words! And not exactly what I had in mind you would likely write about on the topic! lol
ReplyDeleteP. S. Next week: MONEY is the topic
ReplyDeleteLOL, I don't know about her, but he could call this day a win.
ReplyDeleteBig smiles.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness Diane, you did make me laugh!
ReplyDeleteA very valid reason for keeping the curtains drawn at all times. Very funny.
ReplyDeleteAn excellent retelling of the story, in rhyme! Love it! (And i am trying to catch up to everyone's blog, sorry.)
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