A lonely peg up on the line
Rest at last, a day’s work done
All day long he had struggled and fought
To keep the sheet up and basking in the sun
“Hold on to me” the flapping sheet had called
“Don’t let me fall upon the ground”
So the little peg held on with all his might
He didn’t know where this strength he’d found.
As the big sheet soared towards the sky
Enjoying the wind through every thread
The poor little peg twisted and turned
And firmly held that sheet, from off the bed.
So the next time you see a lonesome peg
Don’t just ignore it and hurry by
Take him in and know his worth
As without the peg your washing won’t dry.
Written especially for KillerInStink
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