Laundry

Laundry

 

Laura lost her laundry

At the country fair

And then found she had

Not a thing to wear

 

The clothes she had on

Were flimsy and obtuse

And in terms of delicacy

Were of very little use

 

An empty barrel near at hand

Was seen to have some room

Although when she did stand           

It left her flowers to bloom

 

She now often ‘forgets’ 

At the many country fairs

As she is quite inclined to

Enjoy those flowery stares

 

 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

A strip off and reveal all kind of gal. Sort of thing you may well contemplate when you're young and a delight to look at. A very visual write here Dave. Good for Laura. Spicing things up.

Chris

[john l smith]

Thankyou Chris
She was truly a barrel of delights with some flowery sights
Enjoy UR day

[Chris Shaw]

Nice memories for a cold day Dave, and we have cold here, but at least the sun:s out this afternoon. Have a good Sunday.

Chris

[barleygirl]

You've pushed this one much further toward the edge of credulity, than your usual! *wink! wink!* Since I am prone to strip down quite often in my own poems, you gotta know I can relate to your nonsense! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[john l smith]

Thanks Margie
When you are about to do your barrel routine, give us a bit of notice

[Samuel Dickens]

Ahh, an exhibitionist! Let me know when she's gonna be at the fair so I can be there with my big-eyed stare!

[john l smith]

you will have to get in line laddie

[Samuel Dickens]

In that case, I'll wear stilts.

[Gee]

I stood behind both Sam and Dave
and watched the naked dame,
parade her bits and bobs about
with little or no shame.
I mentioned this to a soldier boy
in fatigues toting a rifle
who told me they called her Madame tower
because you could always cop an Eiffel.

[john l smith]

thats is funny
She is attracting quite a crowd

[Samuel Dickens]

I'm a possum in the headlights when bits and bobs are flashing about!