Unchecked
Pockets are meant
For storing
Not keeping
Do not blame me
When your keys go
Missing
As the resident goddess of laundry, I have
little—no patience for people who don't check their pockets before
chucking their clothes in the basket. Shared with Poetry Jam, where Laurie inspired us with pockets full of poetry poetryjaam.blogspot.com and also sharing with pockets of poets at dversepoets.com OLN :-)
Feline the Blank
Feline exclamation
Vegetable combination
Popular in the Depression
Fun alliteration
But
Unclear why it's suffering
Yes I was/am a huge fan of Looney Tunes and Tweety Bird, loved how he said “putty tat” :-) Poetic Asides prompt--suffering
lol....very interesting...
ReplyDeleteHi Sreeja!! Happy to share a laugh with you :-)
DeleteSara, love the "pocket poem," and as a cat lover of many years, I always side with the kitties!!
ReplyDeleteThe laundry goddess... ah, yes, that's me, too... the worst is the Kleenex someone forgot to take out of their pocket. Ironically, I'm usually at fault. Lex has OCD, and it serves him well, if only in this detail.
Loved these. Like two bonbons, before breakfast! Thanks for your comment on the "autotune," BTW. You are so right. Amy
Hi Amy!! Oh yes, I could write a whole other poem about what a mess Kleenex creates...love poetic bonbons before breakfast!! Hugs-
DeleteAs the mother of three, I'm with ya on the pockets, Sara. Sometimes, though, I find money in the washer or dryer and keep it... hehehe.
ReplyDeleteHi Laurie!! Absolutely, finders keepers! I have a little jar with all my findings...spa date? :-)
DeleteAh yes, it is the owner's responsibility to check the pockets! LOL fun to read
ReplyDeleteHi Peggy!! Loved how we were on the same train of thought here--happy you enjoyed the poem :-)
Deleteha i always have to check and make sure i dont leave a poem...or they end up like balled bits of paper....eep on the not keeping...smiles.
ReplyDeleteHi Brian!! Eep is right--though once I jot something down it usually sticks with me--watery words, if they make it are kinda cool too :-)
DeleteKeys! Plenty of poems could be written about losing keys.Enjoyed your putty tat poem aswell!
ReplyDeleteHi Cressida!! So true, my mom was just telling me that she lost hers:-) --found them later in her robe..
DeleteAlways have to check too and don't blame me if its goes missing ~
ReplyDeleteThat second poem is a fun wordplay ~
Hi Grace!! Thank you, glad you enjoyed it:-)
Deletehaha..i could write books on the content of pockets that almost ended up in the washing machine...smiles
ReplyDeleteHi Claudia!! It is amazing what ends up in pockets! I think I'd enjoy that book :-)
DeleteLaundered poetry! That, I hadn't thought of!
ReplyDeleteHi Dave!! You made me laugh, turn that around and you have poetry laundering :-)
DeleteNice really flowed well and cool writing
ReplyDeleteHi Steven!! Thank you :-)
DeleteHi Loredana!! Thank you:-)
ReplyDeleteMy worst fear is that the television remote will end up in the washing machine alone with the bed sheets. It has almost happened TWICE! (And I would only have myself to blame.) I enjoyed your poem..storing, not keeping indeed.
ReplyDelete(I meant ALONG with the bed sheets.)
DeleteHi Mary!! Thank you for the chuckle--heaven forbid the remote would be alone with the bed sheets! ;-) That would be horrible though--remotes do not wash well...
DeleteIs the missing word solipsistication? I can't think why else you think I would know it...
ReplyDeleteLoved the pocket poem too. I think all writers have scraps they scribble poetry on. :)
Hi Rachel!! Well, solipsistication sounds like something Sylvester would say...I figured you were a Looney fan too, and the missing word is "succotash" as in "Suffering Succotash!" ;-)
DeleteScraps for scribbling--wonderful alliteration!!
Perfect description of what so many of us have found stuffed inside pockets ~~ post washing machine! I once, yes ME, left a lipstick inside my sweat pants pocket ~~ you can only imagine the result. It was in a load of whites! Love both of your poems. Happy weekend.
ReplyDeleteHi Helen!! You have the most wonderful stories, and I LOVE how you share them with me :-) I can well imagine that result, I've had some crayon/gum incidents that ended about the same. Happy Weekend to you too!
DeleteI am terrible about checking pockets and having a 5 year old daughter all sorts inexplicable things turn up in the laundry. My husband long ago learned to empty his pockets lol
ReplyDeleteHi!! So nice to see you back again--thank you! So happy your husband learned to empty his pockets--we're still working on that at my house...and 5 year olds have so many treasures in their pockets, I can well imagine the things you find ;-)
DeleteGreat pocket poem, why do we always lose our keys in our pockets. Just like life, well done.
ReplyDeleteHi Alan!! Thank you' that is a way to phrase that- losing keys in our pockets ;-) Life is a constant source of entertainment!
DeleteFrom the comments, I think we will all think of your poem next time we find something in the washer that shouldn't be there!
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