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THE H WORD

Poetry By: Dancer
Poetry



Limerick style take on the dreaded housold drudgery.


Submitted:Oct 11, 2006    Reads: 152    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


THE DREAM

Please

On Saturday morning

Don't wake me till ten

With a fresh cup of tea

The paper...and then

As I gaze out the window

I know I will see

Clean clothes on the line

(Not washed by me!)

I'll hear the vacuum concerto

(It's such a sweet sound)

And the clunkety clunk

Of the dishwasher-go-round

Then I'll quietly get up

And open the door...

It was only a dream

(I've had it before.)





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