We hadn’t done it for a while,
Could I do it again?
Would I have the energy
To cope with the intensity
Of the task ahead?
It had grown and grown,
Now it was starting to overflow,
But I managed it
And I cracked the myth.
There is a bottom,
To the ironing basket.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Humor
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Getting out that old iron again when one gets hot put it to its task pressing hard flat down. A fun poem Andy
Thank you soren, yes the iron does come out occasionally.
Andy
You are most welcome Andy
You was doing some ironing before also, I recall - about 10 million poems ago. Summat like that! lol.
Did you strike while the iron was hot? No use if it's not hot! lol.
Yes that was a long time ago Orchi. LOL
You would think in the 21st century, everything would be wrinkle free.
In saying that, it is therapeutic ironing to music.
I can remember my father doing the ironing with his music playing Paul.
Andy
This one made me laugh. Thank you.
So glad I brought some humour to your world Perdita.
Andy
Don't get it..... What's an iron? Is this iron to be found in the bottom of the basket?
Back in the day irons were everywhere Dave, now they are hidden away.
Andy
But wot are they? Why the secrecy?
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