Squeaky Clean Floors Of Teak

A hardwood poem.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Squeaky Clean Floors of Teak

All clean and shiny is my teak

When they step on my

Glossy black my heart leaps

Joyous smiles deep down my timbers leak

You can see your face and your physique

When you look at me

Don’t walk on me with your dirty feet

Shhh….. Whisper when you speak

If you’re real quiet you’ll hear me squeak.

 

Reviews

[Short.Nerd]

Very clever. Nicely done

[Mauricio Montoya]

OK, with a whisper, Excellent!

[Black Cat Fever]

This is very nice, very clever. Great job on this!

[Tina Kline]

Cute, from the floor's point of view, different.

[emmajoy]

Clever post .. smile-making .. just the words to read on a dull, wet day. Will whisper, promise, I'd love to hear the teak's squeaky clean music.

[Dark Empress]

Hehe, that's rather cute. I like it. Definitely different. Thanks for sharing :)

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

You put on a workshop on personification.
Mad Skills.

[Light]

the sensation of walking across a squeaky clean floor of teak was wonderfully captured. a lovely write about something so simple!

[tynamite]

There is skill in this poem. It's actually really effective.

[Michael of Gilead]

hehehehehe....now I'll be listening to the parquet floor