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Quote by AriesDragon
neither, not much of a writer, more a reader
Some people call fathers Pop so why don't they call mothers Mop?
... NOW you've done it...I'll have that question (unanswered, of course) on my mind for the rest of the day!! lol!!What makes a person 'wise?'
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I don't remember if I've said anything about an ongoing project, but I've been working on cleaning / sorting 'my corner' of the basement. Involved in that has been several detours off into other minor 'sub-projects'. For example, I got into my Mother's poetry and spend several days just reading and sorting and recording her work (typing) into my computer. A few of her poems are shown above.
Today...I started work on a file cabinet drawer of old civic organization records, programs, etc. I found ANOTHER short poem (I think it is funny) Mom wrote. My best guess is that she used this in some sort of humorous fashion at a meeting. She didn't have a title on this little piece, but I'm going to call it...
AN ODE TO A CLOTHES PIN
I think that I shall never see
A clothes pin looking good to me.
A pin whose biting mouth is pressed
Against a night shirt's dripping breast;
A pin that holds up in the breeze
A billowing pair of BVD's;
A pin that may in these days snare
Such scanty bits of underwear
And dries tea towels in endless flocks
And intimately lives with soggy socks.
Any fool may soil his duds
But those like me must toil in suds.
GMA 1908 - 1984
Today...I started work on a file cabinet drawer of old civic organization records, programs, etc. I found ANOTHER short poem (I think it is funny) Mom wrote. My best guess is that she used this in some sort of humorous fashion at a meeting. She didn't have a title on this little piece, but I'm going to call it...
AN ODE TO A CLOTHES PIN
I think that I shall never see
A clothes pin looking good to me.
A pin whose biting mouth is pressed
Against a night shirt's dripping breast;
A pin that holds up in the breeze
A billowing pair of BVD's;
A pin that may in these days snare
Such scanty bits of underwear
And dries tea towels in endless flocks
And intimately lives with soggy socks.
Any fool may soil his duds
But those like me must toil in suds.
GMA 1908 - 1984