As I was sitting writing
I was attacked.
This basket crept up on me
And clipped me round the ear.
“What do you want?” I asked,
“Emptying!” It replied,
“What do you mean, emptying?” I asked;
“You’re not even overflowing!”
“But I will be soon if your Missus has her way!”
It said as it hit me again.
Every time I ignored it
The more it got in the way.
“Alright” I said “Alright”.
So the ironing got done.
The basket was emptied.
As it strode back to its place
It turned to me,
Smiled facetiously,
And said “Don’t let me get that full again!”
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 12th, 2026 01:06
- Comment from author about the poem: There is a bottom to the basket with the ironing in it. 😂😂😂.
- Category: Humor
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Comments3
Oh lol, good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Personification a most human trait about the rest of the world. A fun read that kept me engaged Andy.
Much appreciated soren. Thank you.
Andy
My pleasure Andy
a fun read
Thank you Norman.
Andy
most welcome
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