Polyesters Still Dancing Captive on a Clothesline

Save the Polyesters

Where have all the polyesters gone?

They used to be all around.

The cute little devils could be found,

on every oil slick gound.

They seem to have disappeared,

from their natural oily birth.

And gone into clothing galore,

for at least what it's worth.

Because their wiggling,

straightens the cloth,

without any ironing,

what have we wroth?

It's time to start a foundation,

to save the polyester nation.

For we must bring them back,

for irons in the fire, we lack.

For the life of the planet depends,

on having them like mother hens,

to hatch from pantyhose eggs,

even though they have no legs.

They languish now in discarded cloth,

throughout the land and on the sea.

Where they will never deteriorate,

in captive anguish, forever to be.

So, donate all your pennies,

your dollars, checks, loose change.

So we can bring the polyesters,

back to freedom on the range.

Copyright 2021 © Ronald W. Hull

10/20/21

You can read and print this poem at my website here.