They’re crawling all over
Wriggling from the carpet over the floor
Sliding off door knobs
Hanging down shelves
Curled up in a mound on the corner of the bed
Sleeping crumpled in the dryer
Rolled by the kitchen sink
You pick and pick and pick them all day
Wake up and eeks they’re there again
Covering your body and dirty again
Clothes! My civilian nightmare
6 comments:
ha ha NN .. marriage seems to have improved your creativity as well! i am usually poetry agnostic but liked this one.
hows ur pati parmeshwar doing?
how've you been? ... got married is it? congrats and all the very best.
SwB
oh i loved your verse, yes clothes, its them!
n congratulations,
long time anon reader.
Looks like i am really lagging behind here...
@666: Thank you, hope it does the same for you :D
SwB: Look who's back!
Anon: Wow, there is really some perverse pleasure in finding out you have an anonymous reader, Thanks :)
Nightmare??
i would have loved the dream to learn into a reality.Clothes are a weakness you see:)
well written,though
oops,i meant turn
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