There’s one place left on earth
Where no one living has dared to go
Where deep in the recesses anything can linger
Where black holes look on jealously
There seems no order to what lies beneath
And although open is very much a shut case
Where prying fingers face corporate punishment
And the thought of a foreign body being inserted
Brings instant derision and has to be averted
At any cost if you value your life
Yes there’s no stranger place than the bottom of the handbag
That protectively belongs to my darling wife.
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
Offline) - Published: September 12th, 2018 02:17
- Comment from author about the poem: I was inspired to write this poem after my wife’s reaction when I tried, last night, to put my wallet in her handbag.
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
So very true, I nearly lost my fingers once as I tried to reach for my wife's handbag.
Our daughter has a handbag large enough to carry the world in it!
A very dangerous place to explore!
Oh my word yes. Memories of attempting to find lost keys and a near broken wrist.
Does it matter how many handbags are possessed? Is each one a holy grail in its own right? I fear that is the case you know.
When there’s more than one handbag issues multiply. Even my wife can’t find things as she may have not transferred all her stuff. I do not complain too much on this front as she would just duplicate everything in every bag.
This was a great depiction of a handbag. You never know who or what you might find in them! Hell, you could even lose yourself. But at least those with handbags are always prepared (if they can find anything quick enough).
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