
Another soggy morning
I text my love
on the third day of rain
who likes to receive
cheery aubades.
Try squeezing some goodness
out of this one, I say
as the clothes look bedraggled
on the line
sodden, sorry smiles.
It’s La Nina, I say
you’ll have to stay out there
a little longer.
F**k La Nina,
my ripped jeans snarl.
They always had an attitude problem.
hahahaha – they refuse to be sweet-talked
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they’ve ‘spat the dummy’, Beth; I thought my clothes had more fibre than that π
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Those ‘sorry smiles’ a brilliant image, John. Hope you don’t have any more pouting pants sorta days there.
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you should be writing this: I love ‘pouting pants’ π
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Jeans with an attitude problem. That explains a lot. Never wear them, they kind of wearβs off π
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I’ve had a stern word to them, Ulle: one more outburst like that and they’re in the trash !
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Ha ha. This is very enjoyable! And relatable.
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thanks Worms; my fancy takes over now and then π
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Great one John. Maybe that’s why I never wear jeans!
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hahah; thanks Eden
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I love ripped jeans. Perhaps it is the attitude of rebellion they provoke when I see them.
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π I like that; whenever I write a poem about the clothes I wear, those ripped jeans badger me to put them at the top of the poem — or the end for a ‘killer’ conclusion π you don’t say ‘no’ π
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Never argue with frayed denim, it could be hanging by its last thread π
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Lol; that’s brilliant π I’ll take that advice π
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The storms add a spiciness to the laundry.
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that’s a great way of looking at it, Chel π
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It’s melodious to me.
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Had a good chuckle. Can imagine those mean jeans. Just back away slowly. π
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Lol; thanks Terveen for joining in the fun π
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