Quandary
Wandering through my laundry,
I came upon a quandary.
It looked a bit like blarney,
but I knew it warn't.
As puzzling as could be,
it danced upon my knee.
Singing a stupid song,
that I knew all along,
learnt it all by heart.
Right then I knew I had to part
with this puzzling piece of art.
I was completely perplexed,
and may have been hexed,
didn't know what was next,
on my rotisserie… lucky me.
So if you feel quite hexed,
and haven't yet been sexed.
Perhaps it is a quandary,
hiding in your dirty laundry,
that you need to excise.
Wouldn't that be wise?
Copyright 2014 © Ronald W. Hull
12/11/14
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Good job on this one as always!
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Always,
Deborah
Regis
A "Quandary" of immense Laundry..puzzling for an elephant!!
Love'n this one...
Lady Mary Ann
Love ya!
Jane
with...Dr Seuss whimsical fantasies...well written
poem's combination of the ridiculous and the
logical of a "laundry moral"...I guess...that's a quandary
for the Yuletide...seasonal wisdom from the good
doctors...still in awe...
Merry Christmas and A Happy and Healthy New Year, Ron!
Connie
his inner Seuss.
Now I'm in a quandary,
which is whose.
Michael D.
Add a little Oxi-Clean and hose 'em down.
Works for me.