Ironing Goldiku.

Goldfinch60



I ‘ve proved it once more,

The ironing basket’s empty!

It is not a myth.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 13th, 2022 01:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: Yes, it is not a myth.
  • Category: Special occasion
  • Views: 22
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  • arqios

    What filled the basket just before this great feat!?
    Rock n Roll!

    • Goldfinch60

      Shirts, pillow cases, table cloths, napkins and handkerchiefs.

      Andy

      • arqios

        Oh my, that feat's just short of the Iron Cross!

      • orchidee

        A fine special occasion Gold!

        • Goldfinch60

          It certainly was Orchi.

          Andy

          • orchidee

            How often does this occur for it to be special?! lol.
            Ahh - all ready for tomorrow? the No.7 bus to Hastings beach, is it? I, or us both, might do a ditty/poem on the Reunion!

            • Goldfinch60

              I have an idea for some words Orchi. See you tomorrow -DON'T BRING ANY WATER!!

              Andy

              • orchidee

                Pssstt! Hear my soda (water really) syphon. I must leave it at home! lol.

              • Paul Bell

                Do you mean you went pressing mad.

                • Goldfinch60

                  Certainly mad! LOL

                  Andy

                • Doggerel Dave

                  I cannot understand this one at all:
                  Please do clarify this and give a call…
                  Your clothing doesn’t wick after you smooth;
                  Cloth should be full - this no more than the truth.

                  Three weeks after I left home, a very long time ago, I gave up ironing. Don't waste your life, Andy.... LOL.....

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Thank you for your wonderful advice Dave, I will take note of it. LOL

                    Andy



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