Hangers drive me crazy,
The way they tangle, claw, and cling.
Domestic drudge of daily duty,
A wily web I’d like to sling.
But toss one and all go flying,
Like barreled monkeys when they link.
It’s enough to limit life to folding,
Or just let clothes wrinkle while I drink!
–by Me
~ by April on April 3, 2013.
Posted in Family, Food & Wine, Marriage, Motherhood, Poetry, Whimsy
Tags: chores, hangers, Laundry, marriage, Motherhood, National Poetry Month, poetry, wine
Joan Crawford said it best, my friend… “No. more. wire. hangers. EVER!”
Elizabeth Reed said this on April 4, 2013 at 11:20 am |
Ha ha! Even the plastic ones suck, they just happen to be a little less dangerous when thrown. :-). Thanks for reading.
sometimes said this on April 4, 2013 at 11:25 am |