Sunday, June 28, 2009

Ode to a Dryer

You steal a sock
I see you mock
You burning bellied devil's spawn
I swear I'll put you on the lawn
Your cave puts out too many bones
To fold and sort while all alone
You fill my life with greyish fluff
You don't know how to say, "Enough!"

No lines and pins
No prayers for winds
Prince charming shiny, square and white
I need that blouse to wear tonight
The fragrance which floats up from you
Sparks memories like a home made stew
You fill my life with time to spare
The only one to say, "I care!"

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